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

Then I blink and am back in
“You in full stealth again,
my own skull, the boy holding
Grandpa?”
my hand. “My stealth suit?” I ask,
I focus, narrowing input to the
not understanding how it could
merely visible, nulling the infor-
be gone, as I look down at my
mational torrent, blossoming wis-
nearly naked body. “I was going
teria and wrought iron fading
to make a trade on the third level
away as I drop the suit’s human
for food,” I say.
filter. In front of me stands a boy,
“There is no third level,
naked, dirty, brown hair hanging
Grandpa,” he says, and sweeps a
in tangles. His eyes sparkle
hand in front of me. “Only here.
like diamonds, the Ocs wedged
Everything else is a Dream.”
behind his corneas both spewing
I remember, knowing what he
and gulping data — his gateway
says is true, the confusion lifting
to Dream-generated worlds. He
a bit.
stands before me on the narrow
“Time to get you home,
sidewalk, naked people shuffling
Grandpa,” he says.
by us like water flowing around
FUTURES




I nod, hoping that I will find my
two rocks in a steam. The shops
stealth suit there. We walk down
along this stretch of tunnel are
the street, the warm sun shining
choked with bodies, and nothing
down on us, the shops beckoning,
else — the only goods available on
full of wonderful Dreams for sale.
this level virtual — photons being
The wisteria is in full bloom. ■