"Nancy Kress - My Mother, Dancing" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kress Nancy)

“The creations were dropped on this planet 273 E-years ago. They were the
one-hundred-fortieth drop in the Great Holy Mission that gives us our life. The
creations were left in a closed-system rift . . . what does that mean?”

“The air in the creations’ valley doesn’t get out to the rest of the planet, because
the valley is so deep and the gravity so great. They have their own air.”

“Oh. The creations are cyborged replicators, programmed for self-awareness.
They are also programmed to expect human contact at the millennium. They . . .”

“Enough,” said Kabil, still kneeling beside Harrah. Hirs stroked hirs hair, black