"John C. Wright - Golden Age 3 - The Golden Transcendence" - читать интересную книгу автора (Wright John C)

conducted by the circuits and electrophotonic wiring of his artificial,
secondary neural web.
He was awake now because that neural web was beginning the process of
downloading back into his biochemical brain. His brain was being thawed.
Further, he was gripped in an unbelievably powerful retardation field.
Electron-thin lines of pseudo-matter, like a billion-strand web, were
interpenetrating Phaethon's body and anchoring each cell and cell nucleus in
place.
His biological functions were suspended, but those that needed to proceed were
being forced. Each line of pseudomatter from the retardation field grasped the
particular molecule, chemical compound, or ion inside Phaethon's body to which
it was dedicated, and shoved it through the motions which, under these gravity
conditions, it would have been unable to do by itself.
He now became aware that he wore his cloak. That magnificent nanomachinery
that formed the inner lining of his armor had interpenetrated each cell of his
body, and was, even now, beginning to restore him to normal life.
Red not-blood was pumped out from his veins at high speed, and intermediate
fluid that resembled blood rushed in, preparing the cells and tissues to
receive the real blood when it came. A million million tiny ruptures and
breaks in his bone marrow and soft tissues were repaired. He felt heat in his
body, but the pain center of his brain was shut down, so the sensation felt
like warm summery sunshine, not like torture. At least the cloak now, for
once, was performing its designed function, not being used as a campsite, or
medical lab, or for the consumption-pleasures of drunkards. Had his face not
been a frozen block, he would have smiled. The supergravity was dropping. He
was under eighty gravities of acceleration, then seventy-----
As soon as the cells in his occipital lobe were properly restored, light came.
Not from his eyes, no. They were still immobile globes of frozen stuff, pinned
in place by intense pseudo-material fields. But through his neural web, a
circuit opened, and camera cells from outside his body sent signals into the
visual centers of his brain.
To him, suddenly, it seemed as if he hung in space. Around him were myriads of
stars.
But no, not him, in his body. The pictures coming to him were coming from
vision cells on the hull of the Phoenix Exultant, or from her attendant craft.
The Phoenix Exultant was in flight, a spear blade of luminous gold, riding a
spear shaft of fire. Her attendant craft, like motes of gold shed by a
leviathan, were shooting out from aft docking bays, falling rapidly behind.
The Phoenix Exultant was in the Solar System, in the outer system.
Radio-astrogation beacons from Mars and Demeter were behind her, and the
Jovian sun. the bright mass of radio and energy that betrayed the activity of
the circumjovial commonwealth, shined eight points off her starboard beam. The
Phoenix Exultant was five A.U.'s from Sol. The deceleration shield that
guarded the aft segment of the ship was being dismantled and lifted aside by
armies of hull robots; this indicated the deceleration was about to end, and
the danger from high-speed collision with interplanetary dust particles was
diminishing.
For decelerating she was. He realized his visual image was reversed. The
"spear" of his great ship was flying backward, aft-foremost, with a shaft of
unthink-able fire before her.