"Feintuch,.David.-.Seafort.05.-.Voices.Of.Hope.Txt" - читать интересную книгу автора (Feintuch David)

Dad knew school didn't suit me, but paid no attention. It wasn't as if he had to
send me; education was optional, and had been for a century. Hell, even the Old
Man said he'd been taught at home. Try convincing Dad, though. He shrugged and
changed the subject.

"Well?" P.T. prodded my bed with his foot.

"The founding of Lunapolis? Nah, I did that last time and she'll remember. The
response to the fish armada?"

He snorted. "That's current events, not history."

"It's been eleven years since the last—"

"Trust me."

"Think of something."

"Social effects of the Augmented Fusion Drive? Too easy, I could quote it right
out of D'Aubison's book. Let's do the Planters' Rebellion. Hope Nation."

"It was your Old Man who put down the revolt. How can you call that history?"

P.T.'s eyes widened. "Jar, that was before I was born,"

The Old Man's three trips to Hope System were the stuff of holodramas, but I was
thoroughly sick of it. Growing up with a living legend was no fun, especially
given his attitude toward P.T, and Dad's toward me, "It's boring," I said,
mostly for spite.

As I hoped, Philip was outraged, "Putting down the rebellion? Blowing the
Station? How can you call—"

"He did it just for the fireworks," My tone was sour. Everyone applauded the Old
Man because he nuked Hope Nation's station to destroy a flotilla of attacking
fish. But did he stop to think who'd pay to replace it? Even Dad claims taxes
are too high to raise my allowance,

P,T, was indignant, "That's not fair. Path hated what he did,"

Yeah, sure. The Old Man gathered guilt like some joeys collect butterflies.
After Hope Nation they called him a hero and made him Commandant of Naval
Academy. "The Fisherman," he was called, though never to his face. But when he
got all those cadets killed, he cowered in a monastery for ten years, gnawing
the marrow of his remorse,

I had a hunch the published reports left out part of the story. Someday I'd get
Dad to tell me. After all, he was there, a middy aboard the mothership
Trafalgar, Whenever I asked.