"Dafydd ab Hugh, Brad Linaweawer DOOM: Infernal Sky (english)" - читать интересную книгу автораconfined to my bed, except when they risk placing me
in a motorized wheelchair. I do not complain about this. I do not tell Jill when she comes to visit me. She's my most frequent visitor. I don't complain to Flynn or Arlene or Albert when they check up on me. These are the people who saved me. They care about me. I see no reason to make them worry. Keeping my own counsel is a trick I learned when I was very young. I don't tell anyone how much I want to be the man I was. My favorite uncle used to take his family to Hawaii for vacations. He'd tell us all about it when he visited, and I wanted so much to come here. The irony is that here may be one of the last places on Earth where things are still as he remem- bered, and I can't go out and see them while there is still time. I access all that I can on Hawaii. The screen flickers and tells me that Hawaii is a group of islands stretch- ing for over three hundred miles in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. I bring up information on how it was discovered by Europeans; and then I read how it became the fiftieth state of the United States. I remember my uncle saying the most popular fish here is difficult to spell, and I find an entry for it, and I realize my uncle was an honest man: mehameha and envy how he could get around the islands so much more easily than I ... I grow tired of feeling sorry for myself. I don't mind being useful. I'm not certain that's the same thing as doing one's duty, but I don't really care. This could be the last stand of the human race. But I hate the lies. All the military is good at doing in a crisis is lying. I would never talk about this with brave soldiers. They don't want to hear about it. There is no point in discussing it with cynical senior officers, especially those who have decided to use me without being honest about their intent. I like my new friends. They have honor. They look out on the world with a clean vision that no amount of dirt or blood can obstruct. They think they are fighting for individualism. For freedom. If the human race survives, they will face a serious disappointment. I have accessed the files. There are plans. Perhaps I am closer to the future than those who rescued me. I am trapped inside myself. Maybe some- thing deep inside me died when I was in the clutches of the invaders. Before they altered me, I would have been horrified to discover human plans for a New Eugenics to build the future. This is not a plan of the |
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