"Brin, David - Natulife" - читать интересную книгу автора (Brin David)

full-scale companion. But how could she afford . . .

"In addition, core memory has been enhanced to allow up to five flexible
personae at any one time."

"Oh, I get it."

Gaia must have needed more memory for her own programs, the midwives and doulahs
and other helpers she'd need when the baby came. The expense was already
budgeted. No wonder she could throw in a few extra playmates for me, purchased
at discount. After wondering for a minute whether to feel hurt, pleased, or
amused . . . I finally decided it didn't really matter. I hesitated, then
decided.

"Computer, hold simulation for transfer to my rec room."

Minutes later, fully suited for virtuality, I held one of the tool-knappers' new
flint knives in my hands, each curve and serrated edge conveyed by subtle,
electrochem gloves. The stone-smiths seemed pleased by my admiration. It was a
good knife, of the finest obsidian, bound to an ivory handle carved with figures
of running horses. Despite not being real, it was the most splendid thing I had
ever owned.

The treadmill worked beneath my feet, mimicking movement as Long Stick and I
finally departed the neolithic factory, heading toward Lookout Point to observe
migratory herds of wildebeest and eland crossing the plain. Along the way, we
passed the young beater, Ankle, squatting by the river bank where she'd been
banished by Long Stick for impertinence. Tying stone points to spear-shafts,
tightening the leather thongs with her teeth, she looked up as we passed by,
unrepentant, a light of challenge in her eyes.

I paused, then turned to Long Stick. "We could use a scout to carry messages.
Next hunt, bring this one along."

My simulated friend returned one of his sharp looks, but nodded silently. Ankle
turned away, wisely hiding a jubilant grin.

I emerged from my primeval world to find Gaia already home from her class,
nestled in our small, darkened bedroom. I slipped between the sheets quietly,
but soon felt her hand upon my thigh. "I've been thinking about you," my wife
whispered, her breath warm on my ear.

Pregnancy doesn't exactly mean no sex. Doctors say it's all right if you're
careful.

In fact, it can be much better than all right. Gaia was very skilled.

The buffalo groaned, mired in muddy shallows with five spears in its flank. I
commanded no more thrown.