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

almost thought I could feel her mind tendril into mine the way it used to. I felt it
soothe me, felt her sharing without question.

тАЬCat, you heard me, outside.тАЭ

The way she said it made me say, тАЬWhat?тАЭ

тАЬWhen I asked you what was wrong, I didnтАЩt speak it.тАЭ

тАЬYes, you did.тАЭ

She shook her head. тАЬI never got it out of my mouth; you answered me first.тАЭ

тАЬBut IтАФтАЭ I looked away, back, dizzy with infinity rushing at me.
тАЬItтАФhappened? I read your mind? And I didnтАЩt even know?тАЭ I felt cheated.

She nodded. тАЬThatтАЩs why it did: because you lost control.тАЭ

тАЬThe first timeтАФтАЭ since I killed a man, тАЬsince we came back from the
Colonies. More than a year.тАЭ Of living in solitaryтАжI let my mind reach, trying to feel
it: the unfolding, the opening outтАФ

She frowned, straining. тАЬYouтАЩre cutting me off, Cat. DonтАЩtтАФтАЭ

тАЬIтАЩm not trying to!тАЭ I hit the table edge; my voice made heads turn. I sank
back into my seat. My mind was like a knot.
 тАЬSometimes IтАЩve felt you let go, for a second; sometimes you almostтАФтАЭ

тАЬI donтАЩt want to talk about it.тАЭ

тАЬYou canтАЩt keep it buried. YouтАЩve got to start facing up to the fact that you
are a telepathтАФтАЩтАЩ

тАЬNot any more.тАЭ

тАЬтАФand you work with me, with us, helping others like us. YouтАЩre making
yourself a martyr to problems weтАЩre all trying to face. I want to help you, but you
arenтАЩt doing a damn thing to cooperate!тАЭ The anger and frustration startled me; I
couldnтАЩt feel them.

тАЬItтАЩs not the same!тАЭ My own frustration fed on hers. тАЬThe rest of them live in
a hell made by somebody else, just because the deadheads hate our guts. Nobody
else made my hell.тАЭ

JuleтАЩs eyes dropped. тАЬIтАЩm sorry. ItтАЩs just that I canтАЩt help
feelingтАФresponsible for the way things are for you now. ItтАЩs just that when I
remember what you hadтАФтАЭ

тАЬYou think I donтАЩt remember?тАЭ A silence apart from the music and the room
settled on us. I remembered times weтАЩd sat like this in the past, when I was a thief,