"Connie Willis - Uncharted Territory" - читать интересную книгу автора (Willis Connie)

derogatory terms in reference to the government, in particular, abbreviations and slang terms such as 'Big
Brother' and 'morons back home.' Such references imply lack of respect, thereby undermining relations
with the indigenous sentients and obstructing the government's goals. Members of survey expeditions will
henceforth refer to the government by its proper title in full."

Evelyn and Carson came in. "Anything interesting?" Carson asked, leaning over me.

"We're wearing our mikes turned up too high," I said.

He clapped me on the shoulder. "I'm gonna go check the weather and then take a bath," he said.
I nodded, looking at the screen. He left, and I started through the pursuants again and then looked back
behind me. Ev was leaning over me, his chin practically on my shoulder.

"Do you mind if I watch?" he said. "It's so exc—"

"I know, I know," I said. "There's nothing more exciting than reading a bunch of memos from Big
Brother. Oh. Sorry," I said, pointing at the screen, "we're not supposed to call them that. We're
supposed to use appropriate titles. There's nothing more exciting than reading memos from the Third
Reich."

Ev grinned, and I thought, Yep, smarter than he looks.

"Fin," C.J. called from the door of the mess. She'd unstripped her blouse another ten degrees. "Can I
borrow Evelyn for a minute?"

"You bet, Crissa Jane," I said.

She glared at me.

"That's what C.J. stands for, you know," I said to Ev. "Crissa Jane Tull. You'll need to remember that for
when we go on expedition."

"Fin!" she snapped. "Ev," she said sweetly, "can you come help me with dinner?"

"Sure," Ev said and was after her like a shot. All right, not that much smarter.

I went back to the pursuants. We weren't showing "proper respect for indigenous cultural integrity,"
which meant who knows what, we hadn't filled out Subsection 12-2 of the minerals report for Expedition
158, we had left two gaps of uncharted territory on Expedition 162, one in Sector 248-76 and the other
in Sector 246-73.

I knew what the 246-73 gap was but not the other one, and I doubted if it was still a gap. We'd been
over a lot of the same territory the next-to-last expedition.

I called up the topographicals and asked for a chart overlay. Big Bro—Hizzoner was right for once.
There were two holes in the chart.

Carson came in, carrying a towel and a clean pair of socks. "We fired yet?"

"Just about," I said. "How's the weather look?"