"Continuing Time - 04 - The AI War" - читать интересную книгу автора (Moran Daniel Keys)

THESE ARE THINGS you should know:
On July 3, 2062, the United Nations Peace Keeping Force, under the command of
PKF Elite Mohammed Vance, used tactical thermonuclear weapons to destroy a group
of genetically engineered telepaths living at the Chandler Complex in lower
Manhattan.
There are two survivors from that disaster, two children who were raised
together and grew to love one another: Denice Castanaveras, a telepath; and
Trent the Uncatchable, the greatest Player of his time.
On January 4, 2070, Trent, fleeing from the PKF, stole the LINK—the Lunar
Information Network Key—from under the noses of Elite Commissioner Mohammed
Vance, and a young Elite candidate named Melissa du Bois. It returned the Lunar
InfoNet from the PKF DataWatch’s control to the control of those who used it;
and it made Trent the Uncatchable a legend—
—a man who had, before the eyes of his enemies, walked through a wall.
On July 4, 2076, the TriCentennial of the American Revolution, Occupied America
rose in rebellion against the Unification of Earth. In the course of that
rebellion, rebels killed three hundred and forty-seven of the deadly French PKF
Elite; killed a hundred and ninety thousand regular PKF troops, of all
nationalities, including Americans—
The PKF, under the command of Mohammed Vance, killed two million Americans. The
rebellion failed: Occupied America remained occupied.
Mohammed Vance became the Elite Commander; after Secretary General Eddore, the
second most powerful individual in the System.
Three and a half years have passed…




Trent the Uncatchable
and the Temple of ‘Toons
2080 Gregorian
Ahimsa, infinite love, is a weapon of matchless potency… It is an attribute of
the brave, in fact it is their all. It does not come within the reach of the
coward. It is no wooden or lifeless dogma but a living and lifegiving force.
—Mohandes K. Gandhi, 1924 Gregorian

Remember you don’t really own anything you can’t carry at a dead run.
—Unknown




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The assassin in the rented p-suit, floating next to the holo of a crucified
Porky Pig, said, “Are you Trent?”
Trent said, “No.”
Through the faceplate of the assassin’s p-suit, Trent could see the man shake