"Ann Durand - Flight of the Gryphon" - читать интересную книгу автора (Durand Ann)

Mikolen shook his head from side to side. "You won't have to tell anyone. As soon as a new VisiOrb is
inserted in your head, all you need to do is think it, and there'll be a horde of rocsadon's charging through
that thin layer of brush shielding the front entrance of these caves."

Katera gulped. If Askinadon learned that Mikolen lived and worked within the mountain beneath his
castle, he would destroy him. More importantly, she sensed that Mikolen had a chance to return to his
home, the one he ached for, and she did not want to ruin it for him. She wanted to see him succeed, even
if it meant that he must leave Parallon for his own world.

"What would you have me do?" she asked.

Mikolen stared at her. Then he bowed his head and walked to the opposite wall. When he turned
around, he had a preoccupied look in his eyes as they surfed some unknown horizon. He lowered his
head again and paced the floor, crossing from wall to wall as her impatience grew. Finally, he halted and
turned to her with an open mouth.

"It might work. Maybe…I think I have the tools."

"What is it?"

"The VisiOrb-I think I can modify it. I simply need to substitute the signals to the VisiOrb for the
electrical impulses to and from the brain. I can redirect them from the piezoelectric crystals in the Orb to
a converter that will mimic the neurotransmitters in the brain…yes, I believe it can work."

Katera had no idea what he was talking about, but felt her hopes lift. In all likelihood, the salvation of her
people rode dimly upon this dubious inspiration, but she could not resist grasping hope.

"What can you do?" she asked, excitedly.

Mikolen rushed to her and grabbed both shoulders. "I think I can create the Voice outside of the head.
To fool Askinadon. You can listen to the Voice through an earpiece outside of your head and respond to
it using a microphone-you know, with your voice instead of your thoughts. Askinadon won't know the
difference."
Katera let this sink in. "You mean I can tell him what I want him to think I'm thinking?"

"Exactly."

Katera inhaled sharply. "Can you make one for all my people?"

Mikolen dropped his hands. "No, Katera. I can only make one. I have the materials to create one,
maybe two at the most. I will use the VisiOrb that I cut from your head and convert it. Perhaps, I can
convert it into two sets. That's the best I can do. But it will allow you to escape the thought police."

Katera drew in a deep breath. It was the best chance she had to save herself and her sister. Maybe she
could even infiltrate Askinadon's camp.

"Yes, do it Mikolen…please."

"I will. Yes, I will." He grabbed her hand and pulled her toward a connecting tunnel near the cavern's
entry. "You can assist me in my lab. It's a little ways down this tunnel," he said, as they ducked into it.