"Davis, Jerry - Wall Of Delusion" - читать интересную книгу автора (Davis Jerry)

"I don't like me either."
"I know." Kline, who was a small balding man with a gnarled,
graying beard --- actually more hair on his chin than on his head,
so that his face looked upside-down --- he looked over the top of
his glasses at Scott, peering at him with owlish eyes. "I have
strong reservations using someone with a death wish as a test
subject. I prefer someone who hopes the experiments succeed."
"If they do, they do. If not, then---?" Scott shrugged.

#

The nanobots finished their job. Scott knew before Dr.
Kline told him, as the annoying flashes, spasms, and images grew
less frequent then stopped completely. The fruit of their labors
was a cerebral interface that allowed Dr. Kline to connect Scott's
brain to a computer network. The idea didn't please him, but he
was resigned to it. Kline used the interface to load very special
software into Scott's brain that would give Scott --- and Dr.
Kline --- complete control and access to Scott's memories. Dr.
Kline called it a "memory browser."
Scott closed his eyes and pictured something in his head,
and there the image was on the computer screen. But also, Scott
could picture the image of a three-dimensional spring, thick and
red, looking like it was made out of shiny plastic. It was the
control for the software. If he willed the spring to spin
counter-clockwise it would take him back through his memories, and
spinning it clockwise would bring him forward again. There was a
numeric counter that had no real relevance except as a reference
point for Dr. Kline's notes. When the spring was red, Scott saw
the memories as still images, pictures from his past. Scott could
will the color to change to green, and then the memories came
alive.
He saw Terri when she was twenty. Amazing how vivid the
vision was --- it was like he was there, he was completely
reliving the memory. They were at a friend's house, and she was
being silly and childlike, rolling around on the floor and
giggling, a bright-eyed, free-spirited dark haired girl. He was
sitting at the living room table, talking to his friend's father,
and she was there on the floor at his feet. Looking down at her
smiling face, he slipped off his sandal and placed his foot on her
bare midriff. She reached up and took hold of his leg, smiling at
him, still giggling. It was the moment he fell in love with her.
Dr. Kline took control; the spring turned red and then spun
counter-clockwise. Memories were dim, then bright, blurry then
sharp. Scott's mind had recorded every moment of his life, but the
quality of the memory was only good when there was some importance
attached to it. The next bright memory was from a day or so
earlier. Scott was sitting with Terri and their friend Leo at a
white metal table beside a swimming pool. The image of the spring
stopped turning, and changed to green.