"Joan D. Vinge - Psiren" - читать интересную книгу автора (Vinge Joan D)

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Siebeling had come back to the Center, in the meantime. I figured when he finally
called me into his office that it would be to tell me what Jule had begun telling me
with looks and frowns, if not with words: That I was spending too much time and
money and getting nowhere. That maybe IтАЩd taken on something impossible, and
was too damn stubborn to admit it. Jule was with him when I entered his office;
standing, looking uncomfortable. Just like I felt. тАЬDoc?тАЭ I said, mak-ing it half a
question.

He glanced up at me. His face was the same as ever; only more tired. He was
a plain-looking man, and the clothes he wore were even plainerтАФbut there was
something about him, a quiet determination that made you pay attention. тАЬJule told
me about your experience with the Dreamweaver. I take it the two of you had very
different reactions.тАЭ He leaned forward; his hazel eyes searched my face.

I nodded, leaning against the closed door, running my fingers along the seams
of my smock.

тАЬYou want to talk about it?тАЭ

тАЬYouтАЩve heard it all.тАЭ I glanced at Jule, not able to keep the accusation out of
it. She met my eyes; something darker and more confused than resentment was in
her own.

тАЬIтАЩve heard that the Dreamweaver is Hydran. That for Jule her sendings are a
cry of pain. That you canтАЩt feel the painтАФbut you feel something. And so you keep
going back for more. True?тАЭ

тАЬYeah.тАЭ I stared at my feet, at braided straps of scuffed leather. Resentment
was pushing hard inside my chest, the sound of his voice taking me back suddenly;
making me remember old times, bad times, before weтАЩd seen the inside of each
otherтАЩs minds, and our own.

тАЬWhy?тАЭ
 WhatтАЩs it to you? I almost said, almost let my own doubt turn me back into a
scared street punk. I took a deep breath and raised my head. тАЬI want to help her.
Jule says she needs helpтАФand nobody else wants to try.тАЭ

тАЬCan try,тАЭ Siebeling said softly. JuleтАЩs face was turned away, and I
understood a little more.

тАЬThen why do you want me to stop?тАЭ

тАЬI didnтАЩt say that.тАЭ Siebeling leaned further across the hard, shiny desk top,
and I could see his tension. The kinetic sculpture was tumbling and ringing softly. I
remembered his first wife, whoтАЩd been Hydran too, whoтАЩd died when he wasnтАЩt
there to help her. тАЬI just want to know what youтАЩre getting out of this for yourself.тАЭ
It wasnтАЩt an accusation. Only a question.