"Thomas Easton - Organic Future 02 - Greenhouse" - читать интересную книгу автора (Easton Thomas A)

No handicap
Motility
THINK
Consider
 OUR MASTER/PET
Has/had pistil/mate
And scion/seedling/sprout
THAT ONE TOO HAS
Yes, pistil/mate
Let's bring!
Them here!
YES
To us
To study them
And cherish them
To change
If possible
To make them make
Pollen
We crave it!
Yes, fruition
And predestined
Success
IF POSSIBLE
Will these three be enough?
TELL, THEN, MASTER/PET
To get more as well
As rootstocks
And pistils
For our dreams"

The conversation was not hasty, for the speakers were languid beings,
unrushed and patient. But by the time the sun had dipped near the hills and
the light had begun to dim, the issue was settled. The Eldest and her sisters
spread their leaves and turned their faces toward the last of the light. There
was nothing more to say, and only a little to do, a little that could easily
await another sunny day, when energy waxed and opportunity arose. Tomorrow the
Eldest would issue the necessary orders.

Until then, she and her sisters would spend their time in dreams, dreams
of some distant day when their scions/seedlings/sprouts might stalk the world
beyond the walls that enclosed their gallery, when more active beings would
cease their scurryings and bow before them, when...

Darkness fell, but before the dreams grew still and dim, the Eldest sent
out the call. Moments later, a hand fell upon the switch near the gallery
entrance and artificial lights came on. They were dim but bright enough to
sustain consciousness, intent, and dreams even when the world was lost in
blackness.