"James Tiptree Jr - your faces, my sisters, your faces are filled with light" - читать интересную книгу автора (Tiptree James Jr)

YOUR FACES, O MY SISTERS!
YOUR FACES FILLED
OF LIGHT!
Hot summer night, big
raindrops falling faster now as
she swings along the concrete
expressway, high over the old
dead city. Lightning is sizzling
and cracking over the lake
behind her. Beautiful! The
flashes jump the roofs of the
city to life below her, miles of
cube-buildings gray and
sharp-edged in the glare.
People lived here once, all the
way to the horizons. Smiling,
she thinks of all those walls
and windows full of people,
living in turbulence and terror.
Incredible.
She's passing a great
billboard-thing dangling and
banging in the wind. Part of a
big grinning face:
W-O-N-D-E-R-B-R-E-A,
whatever that was, bright as
day. She strides along,
enjoying the cool rain on her
bare head. No need to pull up
her parka for a few minutes
yet; the freshness is so great.
All headaches completely
gone. The sisters were wrong;
she's per-fectly fine. There
was no reason to wait any
longer, with the messages in
her pack and Des Moines out
there ahead. They didn't
realize how walk-ing rests you.
Sandals just getting wet,
she notes. It feels good, but
she mustn't let them get wet
through; they'll chafe and
start a blister. Couriers have to
think of things like that. In a
few minutes she'll climb down
one of the ramps and take
shelter.
There's ramps along here
every half-mile or so, over the