"E. C. Tubb - Dumarest 01 - The Winds of Gath" - читать интересную книгу автора (Tubb E. C)

"I serve the Matriarch of Kund."

"Naturally." Ely stepped to one side. "I must not detain you,
brother. Go in peace."

Dyne bowed, a slight, almost imperceptible inclination of his
head, then swept on his way. Two of his retinue guarded his
private quarters, young, sternly molded men, novitiates to the
Cyclan, officially his personal attendants.

"Total seal," ordered Dyne. Even command did not harden his
voice. There was no need of aural emphasis. "No interruption of
any kind for any reason."

Inside his quarters he rested supine on a narrow couch.
Touching the bracelet locked about his left wrist he stepped up
the power. The device ensured that no one could ever spy on a
cyber, no scanner or electronic ear could focus in his vicinity. It
was a precaution, nothing more.

Relaxing, he closed his eyes and concentrated on the
Samatchazi formulae. Gradually he lost the senses of taste, smell,
touch and hearing. Had he opened his eyes he would have been
blind. Locked in the womb of his skull his brain ceased to be
irritated by external stimuli. It became a thing of pure intellect,
its reasoning awareness its only thread of life. Only then did the
grafted Homochon elements become active. Rapport soon
followed.

Dyne became really alive.

Each cyber had a different experience. For him it was as if
every door in the universe had opened to let in the shining light
of truth. He was a living part of an organism which stretched
across space in countless crystalline droplets each glowing with
intelligence. Filaments connected one to the other so that it was
as if he saw a dew-scattered web stretching to infinityтАж saw it
and was a part of it; was it while it was himself, sharing yet
owning the tremendous gestalt of minds.

At the center of the web was the headquarters of the Cyclan.
Buried beneath miles of rock, deep in the heart of a lonely planet,
the central intelligence absorbed his knowledge as a sponge
would suck the water from a pond. There was no verbal
communication, only mental communion in the form of words;
quick, almost instantaneous, organic transmission against which
even supra-radio was the merest crawl.

"Verification received of anticipated development of