"Niven, Larry - Building Harlequin's Moon" - читать интересную книгу автора (Niven Larry)

"It's not a skill you need."
She crossed her arms over her twisty stomach and looked out at the stars again. They flew, not talking, both Selene and Harlequin behind them so everything they saw was stars.
Finally, he said, "Close your eyes again." Once more the glass ship turned, and when Rachel opened her eyes they were above Harlequin, and close, and the white band Rachel knew had become a tilted moat of light. Harlequin's ring.
"Th-that's beautiful. I didn't know. I think you said once, but I—I didn't know," Rachel stammered.
"I made those," Gabriel said.
Rachel had no response. She looked at his profile, and thought, I've planted trees. Suddenly, the grove seemed small, even Selene seemed small. The ship turned again, and a new moon swam in front of her. It was a lumpy oval, banded and spotted gray and white and black; no hint of blue or green.
"That's Moon Seventy-one. We call it the 'rock range'—it's what protects you from meteorites."
"Huh?" Rachel felt as if she hadn't made an intelligent comment in hours. A whole new world existed past Selene, a garden of stars and power.
"Flying rocks. Selene was made by bashing rocks together. But now that we have cities and an atmosphere, it could be unmade the same way. If anything comes close enough to hit Selene, we shoot it out of the sky. Moon Seventy-one is in position to hit almost anything."
"More antimatter?" she asked.
"Well, usually we use the rail guns. Antimatter powers them."
They turned again, and this time they headed toward a brightness that seemed like a star until Rachel noticed it got bigger and the other stars didn't.
The point of reflected sunlight began to resolve. A long thin light, tiny. They closed at hundreds of miles per hour, yet the ... whatever ... grew very slowly.
She squinted. It had to be the John Glenn. Rachel worked to take in every resolving detail as they neared the ship. Neither Gabriel nor Ali had ever said much about the ship. She and the other Children had guessed. They hadn't even been close.
It looked like someone had taken the shaft of an arrow, placed a rounded shallow arrowhead near the tip, then capped the point with a cluster of shiny bubbles. Sheltered by the wide arrowhead, safely away from the dangers of flight impacts, two massive cylinders were fitted one above the other. The first one was still, but the second one rotated. Behind the second cylinder was a sleeve of metal shielding, and then the shaft thickened to end in a wholly featureless round and glittering pod attached to guide wires and sensors that might have been an arrow's fletching.
Gabriel pointed to the round ball near the end of the ship. "We called that the 'stinger' when we were leaving Sol system. Respectfully, Rachel. That's the antimatter containment pod. Even now—there's not enough left to take us out of Apollo system, but it's enough to blow John Glenn apart. And there—see—that set of tubes and locks—that's a series of safety mechanisms we use to get whiffs of antimatter into the reaction chamber." As Gabriel pointed out details, Rachel swore to remember it all so she could tell her friends. He continued until they were too close to the ship to see anything.
They slid into the docking bay smoothly. Shiny walls closed them in, entirely too close after the long flight through emptiness. Various metallic clicks and hums registered their entrance. A light on the console glowed a brilliant green, a short whistle rang through the cabin, and Gabriel unstrapped and floated. "Come on, but grab your bag before you let go ..."
She reached with her left hand and unclasped the strap holding her bag to the cabin floor. It immediately floated almost out of reach. She snagged it, feeling herself float free as she let go of the last strap holding her to the acceleration couch.
Gabriel covered his mouth, like he was trying not to laugh. "Grab on to something ... see that handle?"
She tried to shoulder her bag and free her right hand, but it floated up. She tried twisting and using her left. No good.
Gabriel laughed, helping her, guiding her out of the ship's lock. He stopped just before opening the door, looked at her, and said, "Now, remember, be polite at all times. Always do what you're told here. Every one of these people is older than you are, and better educated, and almost all of them have something to say about what happens on Selene. Don't forget you're representing your family; your town."
Did he really think she'd forget that? "I'll be fine."
"Okay. I'll lead."
Rachel followed Gabriel down a long tube lined with handholds. Her head bumped Gabriel's feet twice. After the second time, he turned around and pulled himself backward, giving her instructions, steadying her with one hand. They went down a ladder that way, and Gabriel helped her turn into a descending ramp. She was moving backward, her stomach turning Hip-Hops. She grew heavier, so that she felt more like herself, and then heavier still, as the corridor descended. She followed Gabriel, stumbling through a huge metal door, reeling from the slap of so many new sights.
The floor dragged at Rachel's feet and she felt ungainly and awkward. Was this what it was like to be pregnant? The flight had been full of shifts in gravity, pulling and releasing her, and now every step was hard.
The fact that she was completely alone up here—that only the mysterious and confusing Council would be present—slammed down on her. She stood rooted for a moment, her body refusing to pass through the door.
Then Gabriel smiled at her, and reached his hand out to help her step up into the corridor behind the door. At least she knew Gabriel. Maybe she would finally meet Erika, the pilot who made Erika's Folly. Maybe she could find her mother, and get her mom to go see her dad.
The woman standing in the corridor was impossibly tiny, Gloria's size, and her skin was the reddish bronze of Selene's soil after the tiller had done the first preparations for planting. A loose black circle of material hung from her waist to her knees. Her chest was naked except for a fountain of beaded necklaces in greens and purples. Her deep blue-black hair fell unbound to her thighs, flowing over her breasts and covering them. Her eyes were the blackest Rachel had ever seen. She looked appraisingly at Rachel.
Rachel felt plain.
"Rachel." Gabriel's voice broke in, slashing the spell. Rachel blinked. "Rachel, meet High Councilwoman Kyu Ho. She has offered to introduce you to the John Glenn, and to be your teacher here. She is honoring you highly."
He'd emphasized the words "High Councilwoman." Higher than Gabriel? She struggled with the question until she noticed Gabriel walking away, and Rachel heard herself cry out, "No—don't go!" Her voice sounded plaintive and childish in her ears.
"I'll see you soon," he said firmly. He turned and kept walking.
The woman, Kyu Ho, walked in a different direction. For a moment Rachel stood and watched them both walk away. In a few heartbeats, she picked up her bag and followed. Her body was still heavy, and in just three steps she tripped and fell. The woman turned around, looking at her again, the expression in her eyes unreadable. Then she reached for Rachel's hand and helped her up, slowing down some as Rachel struggled with feeling heavy. Even her bag was heavy, and she was afraid the straps would break. Kyu's head only came to the bottom of Rachel's shoulder, but she was strong, and her hand provided stability.




Chapter 13: Curiosity


Astronaut finished its final check of Gabriel's little Delta ship, savoring the feeling of flight. A bit of its attention, a subprogram, watched the lanky girl who accompanied Gabriel from Selene. Astronaut recognized Rachel Vanowen. Video of Selene flowed constantly from the moon to the ship. She was tall, well muscled in a stringy fashion, but not graceful in the unaccustomed gravity. Astronaut read her body heat and breathing and heartbeat. She was stressed. Her face and the way her eyes tracked showed interest in her surroundings, and a look Astronaut had learned meant confusion.
Gabriel talked about Rachel often, and Astronaut was pleased to see her. It looked for a way to make contact. She wore a wrist pad, but her direct Library access was blocked. She had no built-in data linkages. This was a new thing. Every other human aboard John Glenn was linked to the Library, to places where Astronaut was also linked; everyone belonged to the vast web of ship information. It watched what they queried and what they did, and overheard their conversations with each other.
Access was possible from Selene. Why didn't Rachel have access? Did any of the Moon Born have access?
Was this girl restricted, like Astronaut?
Astronaut started three parallel research streams. It requested video of Rachel from birth, communications patterns among Moon Born and between Moon Born and Council. After a moment, it also requested a list of what Council chose to teach the Moon Born.
Presently it knew that Rachel was a slave.