"Karen Traviss - Nanny Estate" - читать интересную книгу автора (Traviss Karen)Nanny Estate
By Karen Traviss "I can grow you a housing estate," said the architect. "Grow?" asked the Director of Planning. "Is that the the latest buzz-word?" "I do mean grow, Mrs. James," he repeated. "Just take a look at this." He placed the plans on her neatly-arranged desk and swivelled them so she could read them the right way up. But there were no straight lines and elevations for her to recognise: the images were all snap-together molecular models, like simple construction toys. He watched for a flicker of interest on her face. "It's a smart house," he prompted. "And I mean smart. Not just automated. More like autonomic." "We don't need more houses," she said. "And we haven't got any green-field sites to build on. What we could do with is someone prepared to refurbish some of the run-down housing stock we're stuck with. Not as profitable, maybe, but that's what we need." Regenerating brown-field sites and contaminated landтАФit's my special interest." He laid an old-fashioned business card on the desk: Hedley Barton, Consulting Nano-architect, Sustainable Technologies, Novel Constructs. "Just suppose that I could rebuild your most run-down area, fill it with environmentally-neutral housing, and remove the soil contaminants at the same time." "Is this before or after you transmute base metal into gold?" She was studying the card. "You're not a qualified architect. Not according to this, anyway." "I'm a scientist who can build things." "So why should we take a risk on you?" "Your old defence establishment land is riddled with heavy metals and asbestos and you canтАЩt sell it. How long has it been sitting derelict? Twenty years?" Barton knew it was the sort of site you couldn't give away free with breakfast cereal. He also knew the prospect of releasing capital for the city coffers was a temptation on a Faustian scale. Like most city councils, this one had sold off the civic silver and was close to auctioning sports fields to make ends meet. "So how do you intend to do this?" she asked. |
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