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

When we landed the terminal was exactly like half a

dozen others I've seen here on Number Four--a masterpiece

of the banality that passes for modern on this

world. The planetwide Port Authority runs its franchises

with the same mindless efficiency wherever they are-- even at the end of the world.



As I crossed the invisible climate-control barrier that

separated the terminal from the real world outside, I

finally began to realize that I had come to World's End

... I had really made the Big Mistake.
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world's end




The heat was suffocating. The air was so thick with

moisture and strange odors that breathing itself was

difficult. I dropped the bags that held the few belongings

I'd brought with me, and looked for some sort of transportation.

If there was anything, even a ground vehicle,

it wasn't running. The two locals who had been on my

flight passed me worldlessly and began walking away

down a cinder track. I thought I could see some sort of

buildings in the distance, which I assumed were the