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Corporation 70
The vault was asleep. Submerged in half-asleep, life-support mechanisms barely audibly murmured to the beat of his breathing. Occupied, however, with the same concern - to postpone his death for a second, then for a minute, then for another couple of hours. In this stressless race there was neither the excitement of a running sprint, nor the emotional intensity of a firefight, when it was either-or, when it was a zero-sum game, when it was won or lost.People are mortal. We all lost in advance, even at birth, each of us begins to prepare for our own end, no matter how close our eyes are, no matter how hard we try to delay the inevitable, everyone will find their destiny sooner or later anyway. And the only question is what is "early" and when will be "late" in each case.In his case, it was already too late - to be afraid and regret, love or hate, but how to measure what has not yet happened and how to compare with what has already happened. Not to worry about what is not yet lost - t
Corporation 71
Ma Shenbing turned around in surprise. How did they even get here? In his own body, far from the murmur of the storage devices, without a respirator mask and a lot of wires entangling it, he seemed to immediately return to that distant past, when he still did not feel, did not remember himself as a “canned food”. He must be wondering about all this.“But I always remembered him differently. In that sense, it only became closer to my visions.Visions? What does shadow mean?“That aurora in the sky,” a raised finger thoughtfully described a wide loop, as if the speaker was trying to remind himself of something, “should be purple.” On Krasnaya, it's called a "steve" or "proton arc," caused by its high-energy beams, which ionize hydrogen in the upper rarefied atmosphere, devoid of the cover of the geomagnetic field. Does this tell you anything?- Where will the proton aurora come from on Matushka?The shadow continued to stare at the green auroras above its head.“Really, it’s a mystery.
Corporation 72
The hexapod continued to dig into the crevice with an internal rumbling, not responding to commands.Here is the goat.Klaus glanced at the dial again, trying not to get angry. This piece of iron is not obliged to obey you. Say thank you for helping, you see, she had enough consideration that she couldn’t survive here alone, but if she were interested in something in the ruins, you couldn’t drag her out by the ears. If only she had ears.But something needs to be decided, the blue on the other side of the breach continued to thicken, for another quarter of an hour - and it will finally get dark, and in the darkness it is better not to rummage around the Megapolis if you want to live. Again, nitinol with a rapidly falling outboard temperature begins to lag, the hexapod stumbles on an icy ramp and remember your name. How is he then, without a hexapod.Klaus whistled, his ears stuffed from the effort. In response, the mechanoid obediently froze, stopping its erratic body movements, but d
Corporation 73
The echo pulse of the sonar obediently jerked the comb, the copter immediately shifted to the left, entering a safe route according to the directives of the navigation unit. The tactics of passing through the comb is always the same - do not poke your nose into someone else's question. It is better to fly around the fresh collapse sideways, the comb is large, wherever you are going, you will definitely find a workaround with good clearance and direct visibility. The main thing is not to rush. The hurry-ups did not drag it out here for a long time, sooner or later running into a short and evil revenge of the Megapolis to the one who, without asking, encroached on his icy insides."Thank you, lapul."It is curious that where people gave up, the Megapolis itself still survived. Hundreds of meters of snow blockages over the years have turned into ice tongues, clearly visible from a height. No, it was not the shock wave of the impact that knocked down the towers, it was the glaciological f
Corporation 74
His fingers were glassy in the light.The usual effect after exhausting duty on the bridge. The retrained visual centers continue to broadcast the supporting star fields of the surrounding space into the half-dead isocortex, phantomly visualizing navigational parameters even now, when its neurocircuits are left without signal feeding of external systems.The human brain quickly gets used to unusual functions. This is its main advantage over artificial decision-making structures. No matter how much you design these quantum systems, they all turn out to be either an inefficient tangle of gloomy introspection, when the machine goes into itself forever, calculating complete nonsense, and each time it’s different, or they quickly turn into a dumb conveyor of the simplest decisions that are made quickly, but need constant additional training on new boundary conditions.The man, placed in the control center of the machine kingdom, appropriated any external circuits as his own with amazing ef
Corporation 75
The onboard observatory of the flagship, although it was focused on tracking objects located no further than a hundred kilometers from the Sun, nevertheless, gave a background image rich in details and colors, enriched with spectra outside the visible range from microwave to hard X-ray inclusive. The resulting composite panoramic banner only at first glance resembled the familiar picture of the starry sky - the former tracer did not need to be reminded of what deep space usually looks like to the naked eye. The white pupil of the distant Sun and the barely noticeable points of the brightest stars plus the planets, that's the whole poor visual range. Immediately at the disposal of the navigator, free from other activities, was given the multi-colored world of the contours of the Galaxy and entire star placers of the nearest cluster.When looking at this rich panel, made up of billions of stars, gas clouds, globular clusters and nebulae of the nearest galaxies, for once it became clear
Corporation 76
The evacuated moon domes were far more depressing than he had expected. Live on Krasnaya for a couple of dozen turns, and you will no longer be surprised by its lifeless expanses. The lifestyle there was such that everyone seemed to be afraid of both this sand and each other. For a thousand sols you can not meet a single living soul, only chains of heavy copters stretching in the bloody skies remind that this world is inhabited by someone. But Muna... Muna in his memories was always a grandiose covered anthill, where everyone was in a hurry somewhere. The main staging post of the Sol system has remained the true heart of the Sol system since its inception.So it was before Ceres. And so it was before the Arrival.Now, looking at the empty galleries inside the domes and the cleared launch pads beyond, he only thought about what they had missed.What happened to the people who once set foot on the gray lunar regolith in the hope of developing a new frontier? The easiest way was to say t
Corporation 77
And what, it's even reasonable on their part. Less emotion, less stigma, less inevitable exophobia. It makes less sense to talk about something.Inside the makeshift conference room, to which the gateway led, already gathered, meanwhile, quite decently people. Apparently, their shuttle did not arrive first.It is necessary to get out somewhere far away to the side, very few people here would like to see him alive, let alone face to face. However, he was lucky, there was still a pleasant exception.- Companion Urban.— Ilmari Olsson.Both nodded briefly to each other, but not at all in the way that Lilia nodded to him when they met. Two intense gazes, clinging for a second in the surrounding crowd, managed to show each other enough emotions to immediately calmly part. Unlike the Companion of Ulysses, they always knew how to disperse peacefully with Urban. Of all the Companions, only Jean Armal still retained a certain amount of humanity. After all, only he knew what it was like to phys