"Vukcevich-NoComet" - читать интересную книгу автора (Vukcevich Ray)

"That tone is exactly why I say we need to live apart, Tim."

"Boop boop boop be doop," Sachs sang.

"Everyone just relax," I said. "And keep your bags on." Things were slipping
away. I needed to circle our wagons. It was vital that none of us give the world
outside even a fleeting glance.

My own breath aside, the smell inside my bag reminded me of all the things you
can carry in a brown paper bag. Curiously, the first thing that came to mind was
books. Surely, I'd carried home more groceries in brown paper bags than books.
In fact the name of the grocery store was printed right on the bag in red
letters. Nevertheless, I thought of books, and clothes, and moving. I thought of
garbage in the bags before I thought of groceries. Maybe it was because
groceries spend so little time in the bags. I knew that if I packed my stuff up
in paper bags, the bags might just sit for months in some cold new place.

"This isn't just my plan, Jane," I said. "The president has been on TV urging
people not to look. Forests have been lighted to smoke up the skies. Teams are
everywhere in primitive areas making sure no one looks."

"Even if there is a giant comet about to hit the Earth, just what good do you
expect these bags to do?" Jane asked.

"Things that might happen can't be separated from the devices you use to measure
them," I said. "You can't look at something without changing it."

"What?"

"The moon's not there if no one is looking. Or in our case, the comet."

"Like the tree in the forest?"

"Sort of," I said. "But that was philosophy. This is science."

"Oh, right. Sure."

"I have to go to the bathroom," Sacha said.

"Soon, Honey," I said. "Just hang on a little while longer."

"Someone would peek," Jane said.

"Maybe. But it won't be us."

"How can that matter?"

"This is the same argument you use for not voting, Jane." I knew I should be
soothing her instead of snapping at her, but I couldn't help it. "It's