"Alastair Reynolds - A Spy In Europa" - читать интересную книгу автора (Reynolds Alastair)

mattered.

Vargovic was sure the Demarchy would shortly seal off access to the ocean

- especially when his last murder came to light. For now, however, the

locks were accessible. He moved into the air-filled chamber, his lungs now

aflame for water. High-pressure jets filled the room, and he quickly

transitioned to water-breathing, feeling his thoughts clarify. The

secondary door clammed open, revealing ocean. He was kilometres below the

ice, and the water here was both chillingly cold and under crushing

pressure - but it felt normal; pressure and cold registering only as

abstract qualities of the environment. His blood was inoculated with

glycoproteins now; molecules which would lower its freezing point below

that of water.

The late Cholok had done well.

Vargovic was about to leave the city when a second gill-worker appeared in

the doorway, returning to the city after completing a shift. He killed her

efficiently, and she bequeathed him a thermally-inwoven wetsuit, for

working in the coldest parts of the ocean. The wetsuit had octopus

ancestry, and when it slithered onto him it left apertures for his

gill-openings. She had been wearing goggles which had infrared and sonar

capability, and carried a hand-held tug. The thing resembled the

still-beating heart of a vivisected animal, its translucent components

nobbed with dark veins and ganglia. But it was easy to use: Vargovic set
its pump to maximum thrust and powered away from the lower levels of C-A.

Even in the relatively uncontaminated water of the Europan ocean,

visibility was low; he would not have been able to see anything were the