"Charles Ingrid - The Sand Wars 04 - Alien Salute" - читать интересную книгу автора (Ingrid Charles)

How could he explain what had been done to him in the name of the
Dominion? The seventeen years he'd lain in cryogenic sleep, adrift on a lost
transport, his mind locked into a military debriefing loop. Those years had
stripped away most of his memory of his youth and his beginnings just as
the Thraks had physically stripped away his family when they'd attacked
Dorman's Stand and reduced it to a sand planet. The corner of Jack's mouth
twisted bitterly.

Nor had he been well-treated when found. There had been ugly hints
that perhaps his mind had undergone indoctrination when being brought
out of cold sleep and treated for the side effects those seventeen years had
wrought.

Jack had one recourse left to capture those years—Bogie. He had no way
of knowing for sure if the creature had been alive enough while first
incubated on Milos to absorb any of Jack's conscious or subconscious
memories, but while on Bythia, there had been some indications of Bogie's
ability to do so. It was Jack's only way to regain what being a soldier for the
Dominion had stolen away from him.

He could feel the warm and comforting presence of the chamois across
his shoulders and back, almost as though a fatherly figure had put an arm
around him.

"Bogie," Jack said quietly. "Your memory is all I have left of Milos and
before. If you can remember, if you can give it to me so that I can
remember, then…"

*Then what?*

"I'm not sure. Then I'll know why I fight. Why I hate. Why Amber is in
danger just being a part of me. But today I have to remember all of what I
know about how Thraks fight. I remember most of it… but it's
overshadowed by the Milots and their damn berserkers." Jack plunged to a
halt. "Dammit, I'm not a computer. I don't have access to old files."

*Neither am I. I… cannot do what you wish of me.*

"Bogie, you remember, I know you do—you kept me going on Bythia,
and what you remember may be piecemeal but it's better than nothing! It's
mine. Give it back to me!"

*I have no control. I don't understand things well enough yet. I'm still
new, Jack.*

Jack stood inside his armor and suddenly felt alien to this piece of
equipment that had been his second skin for as long as he could remember.
Could remember, dammit, that was the problem. He stretched and felt the
Flexalinks move with him. Because he had no solace other than in