"David Weber - Fifth Imperium 02 - The Armageddon Inheritance" - читать интересную книгу автора (Weber David)

and their militaries had simply been disarmedтАж not, unhappily, without casualties.

"Besides,'' Hatcher went on, Tsien is their senior commander, and we'll need him. If we're going to make
this work, we don't have any choice but to integrate our people and their peopleтАФno, scratch that we
have to integrate all of EarthтАЩs military people into a single command structure. We canтАЩt impose
non-Asian officers on the Alliance and expect it to work."

"All right" Horus tossed the printout back into his IN basket. IтАЩll make myself available to see him if you
think itтАЩll help; otherwise, IтАЩll stay out of it and let you handle it. IтАЩve got enough other headaches."

"DonтАЩt I know it. Frankly, I wouldn't trade jobs with you on a bet."

"Your selflessness overwhelms me," Horus murmured, and Hatcher smiled again.

HowтАЩs the rest of it going?"

"As well as can be expected" Horus shrugged I wish we had about a thousand times as much Imperial
equipment, but the situation's improving now that the orbital industrial units Dahak left behind are hitting
their stride.

A lot of their capacityтАЩs still going into replicating themselves, and IтАЩve diverted some of their
weapons-manufacturing tonnage to planetary construction equipment, but we should be all right. ItтАЩs a
geometric progression, you know; thatтАЩs one of the opportunities of automated units that donтАЩt need
niggling little things like food or rest.

"We're just about on schedule setting up the tech base Anu brought down with him, and the part Dahak
landed directly is up and running, WeтАЩre hitting a few snags, but that's predictable when you set about
budding a whole new industrial infrastructure. Actually, its the planetary defense centers that worry me
most, but Geb's on that."

Geb, once NergalтАЩs chief Engineer and currently a senior member of the thirty-man (and woman)
Planetary Council helping Horus run the planet, was working nine-teen-hour days as EarthтАЩs chief
construction boss. Hatcher didn't envy his exhausting task. There were all too few Imperials available to
run the construction equipment they already had, and if purely Terran equipment was taking up a lot of
the slack, that was rather like using coolie labor in light of their monumental task.

Geb and Horus had rejected the idea of reconfiguring Imperial equipmentтАФor building newтАФto permit
operation by unenhanced Terra-born. Imperial machinery was designed for operators whose implants let
them interface directly with it, and altering it would degrade its efficiency. More to the point, by the time
they could adapt any sizable amount of equipment, they should be producing enhanced Terra-born in
sufficient numbers to make it unnecessary.

Which reminded Horus of another point.

"We're ready to start enhancing nonmilitary people, too."

"You are?" Hatcher brightened. That's good news."

"Yes, but it only makes another problem worse. Everyone we enhance is going to be out of action for at
least a monthтАФmore probably two or threeтАФwhile they get the hang of their implants. So every time we