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[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] don't speak for my civilization. Nobody does. You've made a friend of me. But how do you make friends with ten million times a billion individuals?" "You've told me before," she said. And it didn 't register. Not really. Too new an idea for you, I suppose, Laure thought. He ignored her remark and went on: Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html "In the same way, we can't have a planned interstellar economy. Planning breaks down under the sheer mass of detail when it's attempted for a single continent. History is full of cases. So we rely on the market, which operates as automatically as gravitation. Also as efficiently, as impersonally, and sometimes as ruthlessly-but we didn't make this universe. We only live in it." He reached out his hands, as if to touch her through the distance and the distortion. "Can't you see? I'm not able to help your plight. Nobody is. No individual quadrillionaire, no foundation, no government, no consortium could pay the cost of finding your home for you. It's not a matter of lacking charity. It's a matter of lacking resources for that magnitude of effort. The resources are divided among too many people, each of whom has his own obligations to meet first. "Certainly, if each would contribute a pittance, you could buy your fleet; But the tax mechanism for collecting that pittance doesn't exist and can't be made to exist. As for free-will donations-how do we get your message across to an entire civilization, that big, that diverse, that busy with its own affairs?-which include cases of need far more urgent than yours. "Graydal, we're not greedy where I come from. We're helpless." She studied him at length. He wondered, but could not see through the ripplings, what emotions passed across her face. Finally she spoke, not altogether ungently, though helmeted again in the reserve of her kindred, and he could not hear anything of it through the buzzings except: "... proceed, since we must. For a while, anyhow. Good watch, Ranger." The screen blanked. This time he couldn't make the ship repair the connection for him. At the heart of the great cluster, where the nebula was so thick as to be a nearly featureless glow, pearl-hued and shot with rainbows, the stars were themselves so close that thousands could be seen. The spaceships crept forward like frigates on unknown seas of ancient Earth. For here was more than fog; here were shoals, reefs, and riptides. Energies travailed in the plasma. Drifts of dust, loose planets, burnt-out suns lay in menace behind the denser clouds. Twice 'Makt would have met catastrophe had not Jaccavrie sensed the danger with keener instruments and cried a warning to sheer off. After Demring's subsequent urgings had failed, Graydal came aboard in person to beg Laure that he turn homeward. That she should surrender her pride to such an extent bespoke how worn down she and her folk were. "What are we gaining worth the risk?" she asked shakenly. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html "We're proving that this is a treasure house of absolutely unique phenomena," he answered. He was also hollowed, partly from the long travel and the now constant tension, partly from the half estrangement between him and her. He tried to put enthusiasm in his voice. "Once we've reported, expeditions are certain to be organized. I'll bet the foundations of two or three whole new sciences will get laid here." "I know. Everything astronomical in abundance, close together and interacting." Her shoulders drooped. "But our task isn't research. We can go back now, we could have gone back already, and carried enough details with us. Why do we not?" "I want to investigate several planets yet, on the ground, in different systems," he told her. "Then we'll call a halt." "What do they matter to you?" "Well, local stellar spectra are freakish. I want to know-if the element abundances in solid bodies correspond." She stared at him. "I do not understand you," she said. "I thought I didf but I was wrong. You have no compassion. You led us, you lured us so far in that we can't escape without your ship for a guide. You don't care how tired and tormented we are. You can't, or won't, understand why we are anxious to live." "I am myself," he tried to grin. "I enjoy the process." The dark head shook. "I said you won't understand. We do not fear death for ourselves. But most of us have not yet had children. We do fear death for our bloodlines. We need to find a home, forgetting Kirkasant, and begin our families. You, though, you keep us on this barren search-why? For your own glory?" He should have explained then. But the strain and weariness in him snapped: "You accepted my leadership. That makes me responsible for you, and I can't be responsible if I don't have command. You can endure another couple of weeks. That's all it'll take." Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html And she should have answered that she knew his motives were good and wished simply to hear his reasons. But being the descendant of hunters and soldiers, she clicked heels together and flung back at him: "Very well, Ranger. I shall convey your word to my captain." She left, and did not again board Jaccavrie. Later, after a sleepless "night," Laure said, "Put me through to Makt's navigator." "I wouldn't advise that," said the woman-voice of his ship. "Why not?" "I presume you want to make amends. Do you know how she-or her father, or her young male shipmates that must be attracted to her-how they will react? They are alien to you, and under intense strain." "They're human!" Engines pulsed. Ventilators whispered. "Well?" said Laure. "I'm not designed to compute about emotions, except on an elementary level," Jaccavrie said. "But [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |