"Hamilton, Peter F - Softlight Sins" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hamilton Peter F) conviction growing inside him. It was one of the most frightening
experiences he had ever known. A precognition that could look into the past. "Genghis Khan?" Barbara Johnson suggested. "He was late tenth century," Judge Hayward said thoughtfully. "We've regressed well past that now." We have another half hour before this hypnogenic wears off," Dr Elliot said. "Do you want me to go on?" "Yes," Judge Hayward said before Douglas could voice a protest. Should I object? I want to know who he was, what he did. And I don't want to know. That is the way my life goes, always unable to decide. Well it ends now. Taken out of my hands. I could have stopped it, right at the start, I could have said no, stood firm. But I did what appeared best at the time. I cannot be blamed for that. It is not I who is stained by guilt. They waited in restless silence while the forty-first incarnation flooded into the body of Adrian Reynolds. His eyes narrowed, the irises appearing to blacken, receding to some indefinable depth. For one supremely distance beyond that of galactic night. I know that man, that look; he holds a terror from which even insanity is no refuge. I have seen it once before, so long ago. But where? Douglas heard the terminal start with a Hebrew greeting; the man answered straight away. "What is your name?" Dr Elliot asked. The man blinked, his lips quivering as he fought against the words the hypnogenic was tearing from his mind. "I am named Judas Iscariot." His wounded gaze swept round the five of them in a voiceless plea. Then he saw Douglas, and a confounded light of recognition flared. "Pilate," he cried. "Pontius Pilate." Douglas stared back at him in mute horror while time quietly dissolved inside his brain. © Peter F Hamilton 1997, 1998. This story first appeared as a Novacon chapbook, published by the Birmingham Science Fiction Group in a limited edition of 350 copies. |
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