"Joan D. Vinge - Snow Queen 2 - World's End" - читать интересную книгу автора (Vinge Joan D)

over again for the past month.



He needed this time, this final stolen hour, for something

more important than rest. So much had changed,

and was about to change, in his life. He needed time to

remember who he was.



He touched his belt buckle, pressing the hidden
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speaker button on its built-in recorder. The recorder had

a direct memory feed, which he had used when he had

kept the journal--to keep it private, pointless mental

digressions and all. But now he left it on voice, hearing

it mimic his own speech, the sounds familiar yet sufficiently

distorted to seem almost impersonal.



The voice said, "Today I arrived at World's End...."



He turned back to the window, frowning at the rain

tracks on the pane. Rain again. Doesn 't it ever stop? But he

knew the answer. No more than time does. He sat down on

the deep sill, resting his forehead against the glass, letting

the utter exhaustion of his body and mind hold him

there. He watched as his breath condensed into fog,