"George Zebrowski - Brute orbits" - читать интересную книгу автора (Zebrowski George)

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"The degree of civilization
in a society is revealed
by entering its prisons."
-DOSTOEVSKY
'Reach out to those in need.
If you do not, then who?
If not now, then when?"
-TALMUD
These brute orbits, along whose ever-lengthening ways so much humanity was
exiled, were a reproach to each generation as it looked skyward, day or night,
and knew that every direction was a receding prison of human outcasts whose
guilt was measured by their distance from the Sun. Although invisible except
to sensitive detectors able to see the burning beacons, these islands of human
skylife loomed larger even as time threw them farther into space.
One hundred years out, the transgressors against their own kind were long
consumed, and the habitats were now home to the innocent. Fifty years out, the
condemned still breathed, making a life for themselves and their children.
Five to ten years out the habitats were cauldrons of strife, as order
struggled to rise from the hatred and dismay that the convicted carried away
from the Earth.
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