"Robert A. Metzger - Perchance to Dream" - читать интересную книгу автора (Metzger Robert)

ments. The motes of inquiring dust that
even reflect. I am operating in full stealth,
nearly naked, cloth tied around his waist,
choke this tunnel, transmitting torrents of
invisible to the Dreamers about me, those
a white beard, aged yellow, hanging mid-
data between them, nibble at my suit,
inhabiting virtual worlds. Shops adorned
way down his chest, his skin wrinkled,
questioning, probing, but my suit informs
with wrought iron and blossoming wiste-
nearly translucent, thick blue veins visible
them that there is nothing there.
ria line the street, screaming with a full
across his bald head.
I am not like this boy, like any others on
spectrum onslaught, begging me to enter
“I’m in full stealth,” says the old man
the seventh level. I am not a consumer of
and sample their virtual goods. Above
standing in front of me. “I’m not a part of
photons and Dreams. I am the last from a
hangs a golden sun. The street is undoubt-
your Dreaming World. I’m hidden and
world now gone. I am flesh and blood, and
edly thick with people, but I choose not to
safe.” He grins. He has no teeth. His eyes
I am invisible.
experience them, my stealth suit not only
sparkle like diamonds, the Ocs wedged
And yet this boy can somehow see me.
rendering me invisible, but also guiding
behind his corneas glistening. He is
How?
me around people without the need of
Dreaming of stealth suits. I reach
conscious intervention.




JACEY
for the old man, taking one of his
I am not a Dreamer. I am
gnarled hands. “You shouldn’t be
awake, safe in my stealth suit, iso-
out here, all alone Grandpa,” I
lated from the fantasy that has
hear myself say.
consumed the world.