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[ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] world. Sometimes, in this drab antique place, her memories of twenty-first-century Earth seemed absurd, impossibly gaudy, like a false dream. But her feelings of loss about Myra didn t fade. It wasn t even as if Myra had been taken from her somehow, to continue her life in some other part of the world. It was no comfort to her to imagine how old Myra would be now, how she must look, where she would be in her school career, what they might have been doing together if they had been reunited. None of those comprehensible human situations applied, because she couldn t know if she and Myra had a timeline in common. It was even possible that there were many copies of Myra on multiple fragmented worlds, some of them even with copies ofherself, and how was she supposed to feel about that? The Discontinuity had been a superhuman event, and the loss she had suffered was superhuman too, and she Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html had no human way of coping with it. As she lay on her pallet, brooding through the night, she sensed the Eye watching her, drawing up her baffled grief. She sensed that mind, but there was no compassion there, no pity, nothing but a vast Olympian watchfulness. She would get to her feet and beat on the Eye s impassive hide with her fist, or hurl bits of Babylonian rubble at it. Is this what you wanted? Is this why you came here, why you ripped apart our world and our lives? Did you come here to break my heart?Why won t you just send me home? . . . There was a certain receptivity, she felt. Mostly it felt like the reverberant receptivity of a vast cathedral dome, in which her tiny cries were lost and meaningless. But sometimes she thought someone was listening to her. And just occasionally, compassionless or not, she felt they might respond to her pleas. One day the phone whispered to her, It s time. Time for what? I have to go to safe mode. She had been expecting this. The phone s memory contained a cache of invaluable and irreplaceable data not just her observations of the Eye, and a record of the Discontinuity events, but the last of the treasures of the old vanished world, not least the works of poor Ruddy Kipling. But there was nowhere to download the data, not even a way to print it out. During her sleep times she had given up the phone to a team of British clerks, under the supervision of Abdikadir, who had copied out by hand various documents and diagrams and maps. It was better than nothing, but the phone s capacious memory had barely been scratched. Anyhow Bisesa and the phone had agreed that when the phone s batteries dropped to a certain critical level it should make itself inert. It would only take a trickle of power to preserve its data almost indefinitely, until such time as Mir s new civilization advanced enough to access the phone s invaluable memories. And bring you back to life, she had promised the phone. It was all quite logical. But now the moment was here, Bisesa was bereft. After all this phone had been her companion since she was twelve. You have to press the buttons to shut me down, the phone said. I know. She held the little instrument before her, and found the right key combination through eyes embarrassingly blurred with tears. She paused before hitting the final key. I m sorry, said the phone. It s not your fault. Bisesa, I m frightened. You don t have to be. I ll wall you up if I have to and leave you to the archaeologists. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html I don t mean that. I ve never been switched off before. Do you think I will dream? I don t know, she whispered. She pressed the key, and the phone s surface, glowing green in the gloom of the chamber, turned dark. 39: EXPLORATIONS After a six-month exploratory jaunt into southern India, Abdikadir returned to Babylon. Eumenes took him on a tour of the recovering city. It was a cold day. Though it was midsummer according to the Babylonian astronomers, who patiently tracked the motion of stars and sun through a new sky the wind was chill, and Abdikadir wrapped his arms around his body. After months away, Abdikadir was impressed with the latest developments; the inhabitants of the city had been hard at work. Alexander had repopulated the depleted city with some of his own officers and veterans, and had installed one of his generals in a joint governorship of the city with one of Babylon s pre-Discontinuity officials. The experiment seemed to be working; the new population, a mixture of Macedonian warriors and Babylonian grandees, seemed to be getting along tolerably well. There was much debate about what to do with the region on the western bank, reduced to rubble by time. To the Macedonians it was a wasteland; to the moderns it was an archaeological site that could perhaps one day offer up some clues about the great displacement in time that had split this city in two. To leave it alone for now was the obvious compromise. But downstream of the city walls, Alexander s army had dug out a huge natural harbor, deep enough to [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ] |