"Charles Stross - Elector" - читать интересную книгу автора (Stross Charles)

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now almost as real as I am. What else do you need to know?"
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"When is–" The newcomer stops. "Can you direct me to the
at the
processing center?" he asks carefully. "I’m disoriented."
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Sirhan is surprised–most immigrants take a lot longer to figure that Septemb
out. "Did you die recently?" he asks. er. This
novella,
"I’m not sure I died at all." The newcomer rubs his bald head, looking
along
puzzled. "Hey, no jacks!" He shrugs, exasperated. "Look, the
with the
processing center. . . ?"
other
stories in
"Over there." Sirhan gestures at the monumental mass of the Boston
this
Museum of Science (shipped all the way from Earth a couple of
series,
decades ago to save it from the demolition of the inner system). "My
will be
mother runs it." He smiles thinly.
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"Your mother–" the newly resurrected immigrant stares at him
as
intensely, then blinks. "Holy shit." He takes a step toward Sirhan.
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"Wow, you’re–"
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