David Brin - Heaven's Reach
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- Название:Heaven's Reach
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“Go ye hence from this place!” screeched a dour-looking pee’oot with a spiral neck and goggle eyes. “For each of you, but one place offers safety from the upheavals to come. That is the wellspring where you began!”
Harry had to decode the heretical creed from highly inflected Galactic Three. Use of the Collective-Responsive case meant that the Pee’oot was referring to salvation of species, of course, not individuals. Even heresy had its limits.
Is he saying each race should return to its homeworld? The mudball where its presapient ancestors evolved and were first adopted by some patron for Uplift?
Or did the preacher refer to something more allegorical?
Perhaps he means that each chain of Uplift is supposed to seek knowledge of its own legacy, distinct from the others. That would call for breaking up the Institutes and letting every oxy-life clan go its own way.
Of course Harry wasn’t equipped to parse out the fine points of Galactic theology, nor did he really care. Anyway, the next zealot was more interesting to watch.
A komahd evangelist — with a tripod lower torso but humanoid trunk and arms — looked jovial and friendly. Its lizardlike head featured a broad mouth that seemed split by a permanent happy grin, while long eyelashes made the face seem almost beguiling. But a single, fat rear leg thumped a morose beat while the komahd chanted in GalSix. Its sullen tale belied those misleadingly cheerful features.
“All our social disruptions have their roots in a plot by the enemies of all oxygen-breathing life!
“See how our great powers and alliances bleed each other, wasting their armed might, struggling and striving in search of hints and clues to a return of the Progenitors!
“This can only serve the interests of hydrogen breathers! Jealous of our speed and metabolisms, they have feared us for aeons, plotting schemes. Now, at last, they are ready. See how the hydros maneuver for our end!
“Who does not recall how recently we had to give up one of our Five Galaxies! Just half a million years ago, Galaxy Four was declared ‘fallow’ and emptied of all oxy-life culture. Never before has the Migration Institute agreed to such a ceding of territory, whose repercussions are still being felt!
“We are told that the hydros abandoned Galaxy Five, but do we not hear reports of strange sightings and perturbations in normal space that can only be work of the Zang?
“What of the transfer points? What of tracts in hyperspace that now turn sluggish and unusable? Why do the Institutes not tell us the truth?”
The komahd finished by pointing an all-too-humanlike finger straight at Harry, who in his uniform seemed a convenient representative of NavInst. Blushing under his fur, Harry backed away quickly.
Too bad. That was starting to get interesting. At least someone’s complaining about the stupid way the Soro and other powers are acting. And the komahd’s message was about the future, instead of the regular obsession with the past. All right, it’s a bit paranoid. But if more sophonts believed it, they might ease the pressure off Earth and give those poor dolphins a chance to come home.
Harry found it ironic then that the freethinking Komahd generally disliked Terrans. For his own part, Harry rather fancied their looks, and thought they smelled pretty good, too. What a pity the admiration wasn’t reciprocal.
A ruckus from behind made him swivel around — just in time to join a crowd scooting hurriedly toward the nearest wall! Harry felt a shiver course his spine when he saw what was coming. A squadron of twenty frightening, mantislike Tandu warriors, unarmed but still equipped with deadly, razor-sharp claws, trooped single file down the middle of the boulevard, the tops of their waving eye pods almost brushing the corrugated ceiling. Everyone who saw them coming scurried aside. No one argued right of way with a Tandu, nor did any vendors try to hawk wares at the spiky-limbed beings.
Before departing on his latest mission, Harry had seen a Tandu bite off the head of an obstinate Paha who had proudly refused to give way. Almost at once, the leader of that Tandu group had reproved the assailant by casually chopping its brother to bits. By that act, a simple tit-for-tat justice was served, preventing any action by the authorities. And yet, the chief lesson was clear to all and sundry.
Don’t mess with us.
No inquiry was ever held. Even the Paha’s commanders had to admit that its bravado and demise amounted to a case of suicide.
Harry’s pulse raced till the terrifying squadron entered a side avenue and passed out of sight.
I … better not dawdle anymore, he thought, suddenly feeling drained and oppressed by all the clamorous crowding. Wer’Q’quinn is gonna spit bile if I don’t hand in my mission report soon.
He also wanted to ask the old snake about things he had heard and seen since landing — about hoons interested in E Space, and t-points going on the blink, and komahd preachers who claimed—
Harry’s heart almost did a back flip when his shoulder was suddenly engulfed by a bony hand bigger than his forearm. Slim white fingers — tipped with suckers — gripped softly but adamantly.
He pivoted, only to stare up past an expanse of silver robe at a tall biped who must surely mass half a metric ton. Its head was cast like a sea ship’s prow, but where an ancient boat might have a single eye painted on each side, this creature had two pairs, one atop the other. A flat jaw extended beneath, resembling the ram of a Greek trireme.
It’s … a Skiano … Harry recalled from the endless memory drills during training. He had never expected to encounter this race on the street, let alone have one accost him personally.
What’ve I done now? he worried, preparing to go through another humiliating kowtow and repentance. At least the walking skyscraper can’t accuse me of blocking his light.
A colorful birdlike creature perched on one of the Skiano’s broad shoulders, resembling an Earthly parrot.
“I beg your pardon for startling you, brother,” the titan said mellowly, preempting Harry’s apology. It spoke through a vodor device held in its other mammoth hand. The mouth did not move or utter sound. Instead, soft light flashed from its lower pair of eyes. The vodor translated this into audible sound.
“It seemed to me that you looked rather lost.”
Harry shook his head. “Apologies for contradiction, elder patron. Your concern warms this miserable client-spawn. But I do know where I’m going. So, with thanks, I’ll just be on my—”
The bird interrupted, squawking derisively.
“Idiot! Fool! Not your body. It’s your soul. Your soul! Your soul!”
Only then did Harry realize — the conversation was taking place in Anglic, the wolfling tongue of his birth. He took a second squint at the bird.
Given the stringent requirements of flight, feathered avians had roughly similar shapes, no matter what oxy-world they originated on. Still, in this case there could be no mistake. It was a parrot. A real one. The yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum kind … which made the Skiano seem even stranger than before.
Wrong number of eyes, Harry thought numbly. You should be wearing a patch over one — or even three! Also oughta have a peg leg … and a hook instead of a hand.…
“Indeed, my good ape,” the buzzing voice from the vodor went on, agreeing with the talking bird. “It is your soul that seems in jeopardy. Have you taken the time to consider its salvation?”
Harry blinked. He had never heard of a Skiano proselyte before, let alone one that preached in Anglic, wearing a smartass Terran bird as an accessory.
“You’re talking about me,” he prompted.
“Yes, you.”
Harry blinked, incredulous.
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