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Название книги: Wake
Автор(ы): Robert Sawyer
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Wake-192222.html
Chapter 1
Not darkness, for that implies an understanding of light.Not silence, for that suggests a familiarity with sound.Not loneliness, for that requires knowledge of others.But still, faintly, so tenuous that if it were any less it wouldn’t exist at all: awareness.Nothing more than that. Just awareness — a vague, ethereal sense of being.Being … but not becoming. No marking of time, no past or future — only an endless, featureless now, and, just barely there in that boundless moment, inchoate and raw, the dawning of perception…* * *Caitlin had kept a brave face throughout dinner, telling her parents that everything was fine — just peachy — but, God, it had been a terrifying day, filled with other students jostling her in the busy corridors, teachers referring to things on blackboards, and doubtless everyone looking at her. She’d never felt self-conscious at the TSB back in Austin, but she was on display now. Did the other girls wear earrings, too? Had these corduroy pants been the right choice? Yes, she loved the feel of the fabric and the sound they made, but here everything was about appearances.She was sitting at her bedroom desk, facing the open window. An evening breeze gently moved her shoulder-length hair, and she heard the outside world: a small dog barking, someone kicking a stone down the quiet residential street, and, way off, one of those annoying car alarms.She ran a finger over her watch: 7:49 — seven and seven squared, the last time today there’d be a sequence like that. She swiveled to face her computer and opened LiveJournal.“Subject” was ea
Название книги: Wake
Автор(ы): Robert Sawyer
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Wake-192222.html
Chapter 1
Not darkness, for that implies an understanding of light.Not silence, for that suggests a familiarity with sound.Not loneliness, for that requires knowledge of others.But still, faintly, so tenuous that if it were any less it wouldn’t exist at all: awareness.Nothing more than that. Just awareness — a vague, ethereal sense of being.Being … but not becoming. No marking of time, no past or future — only an endless, featureless now, and, just barely there in that boundless moment, inchoate and raw, the dawning of perception…* * *Caitlin had kept a brave face throughout dinner, telling her parents that everything was fine — just peachy — but, God, it had been a terrifying day, filled with other students jostling her in the busy corridors, teachers referring to things on blackboards, and doubtless everyone looking at her. She’d never felt self-conscious at the TSB back in Austin, but she was on display now. Did the other girls wear earrings, too? Had these corduroy pants been the right choice? Yes, she loved the feel of the fabric and the sound they made, but here everything was about appearances.She was sitting at her bedroom desk, facing the open window. An evening breeze gently moved her shoulder-length hair, and she heard the outside world: a small dog barking, someone kicking a stone down the quiet residential street, and, way off, one of those annoying car alarms.She ran a finger over her watch: 7:49 — seven and seven squared, the last time today there’d be a sequence like that. She swiveled to face her computer and opened LiveJournal.“Subject” was ea
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