"Gardner Dozois - Machines of Loving Grace" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dozois Gardner)

sighed, shook his head. He told her that she could go. He had begun to play
nervously with a paperweight.
She stood up, moved to the door. “Remember, young lady,” he called after
her, “you’re free now.”
She went out quickly, hurried along a corridor, past a robot receptionist,
found the outside door. She wrenched it open and stumbled outside.
Outside, she closed the door and leaned against it wearily. It was full daylight
now. In between dirty banks of clouds, the sun beat pitilessly down on concrete,
heat rising in waves, no shadows. The air was thick with smoke, with human sweat.
It smelled bad, and the sharper reek of gasoline and exhaust bit into her nostrils. The
streets were choked, the sidewalks thick with sluggishly moving crowds of
pedestrians, jammed in shoulder to shoulder. The gray sky pressed down on her like
a hand.