"Joan D. Vinge - Voices From the Dust" - читать интересную книгу автора (Vinge Joan D)

тАЬIтАЩm going to prove IтАЩm right. IтАЩm going out to findтАжto findтАФit.тАЭ She
glanced down, confused, as the image slipped away from her. She looked up again,
brandishing the heavy flashlight as he moved. тАЬDonтАЩt get in my way, Shiraz! IтАЩll kill
you if I have to,тАЭ knowing, desperately, that she meant every word of it.

тАЬI know you will. IтАЩd do the same, to you, to anybody, now.тАЭ He moved
away from the out-curve of the wall, coming toward her, his hands open and empty.
тАЬPetra, listen to me. IтАЩm not here to stop you. IтАЩve come for the same reason you
have.тАЭ

тАЬDonтАЩt try to humor me, Shiraz. It wonтАЩt work.тАЭ

тАЬHumor you! For GodтАЩs sake! Do I look like I want to be here?тАЭ He was
close enough now that she could see his eyes, see the fury and the desperation that
mirrored her own. тАЬI donтАЩt want to be here! But I couldnтАЩt help myself ... I couldnтАЩt
stop it. Could youтАФ?тАЭ with something in his voice that she had never heard before.

тАЬNo.тАЭ She shook her head, her hand dropped to her side. тАЬI couldnтАЩt stop it,
eitherтАжBut all this time, you denied it! Why?тАЭ

тАЬHow could I admit to a thing like that? That I heard тАШvoicesтАЩ whispering in
my headтАФlike some bloody lunatic. People would have thought I was mad!тАЭ She
saw his fists tighten, and waited for the outburst. But he only said at last, wearily,
тАЬIтАЩm sorry.тАЭ

She looked down, rubbing her hand across her mouth. тАЬYes, so am I. We
should try not to make this any harder than it is.тАЭ She realized for the first time that
he was already wearing his pressure suit. She turned away, picking a path through
the boxes and equipment to the locker, to take out her own suit. She watched her
tiny, crumpled image reflecting over and over as she pulled it on. тАЬWeтАЩll have to
hurry if we want to get out of here before anyone wakes up.тАЭ She listened to her
mind, watching her body obey it unquestion-inglyтАФthe way a stranger would, the
way she watched her reflections move, echoes of her self.

тАЬI know.тАЭ Shiraz tested his air tanks.

тАЬWe have explosives here, donтАЩt we? Where are they? WeтАЩll need themтАФтАЭ

тАЬItтАЩs taken care of. IтАЩve already put what we want in the back of the buggy.тАЭ

тАЬGood.тАЭ She nodded, checking her own suit. тАЬDo youтАФdo you know why?тАЭ

тАЬNo. Do you?тАЭ

тАЬNo.тАЭ She looked away, down the long half-cylinder of the lower level,
toward the air lock. тАЬI donтАЩt like being somebodyтАЩs golem.тАЭ

She walked slowly along the floor platform, awkward in her insulated suit, to
the balloon-tired exploration vehicles parked side by side. тАЬWhich one?тАЭ