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Название книги: Transcendent
Автор(ы): Stephen Baxter
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Transcendent-164391.html
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The girl from the future told me that the sky is full of dying worlds.You can spot them from far off, if you know what you’re looking for. When a star gets old it heats up, and its planets’ oceans evaporate, and you can see the clouds of hydrogen and oxygen, slowly dispersing. Dying worlds cloaked in the remains of their oceans, hanging in the Galaxy’s spiral arms like rotten fruit: this is what people will find, when they move out from the Earth, in the future. Ruins, museums, mausoleums.How strange. How wistful.My name is Michael Poole.I have come home to Florida. Although not to my mother’s house, which is in increasing peril of slipping into the sea.I live in a small apartment in Miami. I like having people around, the sound of voices. Sometimes I miss the roar of traffic, the sharp scrapings of planes across the sky, the sounds of my past. But the laughter of children makes up for that.The water continues to rise. There is a lot of misery in Florida, a lot of displacement. I understand that. But
Название книги: Transcendent
Автор(ы): Stephen Baxter
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Transcendent-164391.html
ONE
The girl from the future told me that the sky is full of dying worlds.You can spot them from far off, if you know what you’re looking for. When a star gets old it heats up, and its planets’ oceans evaporate, and you can see the clouds of hydrogen and oxygen, slowly dispersing. Dying worlds cloaked in the remains of their oceans, hanging in the Galaxy’s spiral arms like rotten fruit: this is what people will find, when they move out from the Earth, in the future. Ruins, museums, mausoleums.How strange. How wistful.My name is Michael Poole.I have come home to Florida. Although not to my mother’s house, which is in increasing peril of slipping into the sea.I live in a small apartment in Miami. I like having people around, the sound of voices. Sometimes I miss the roar of traffic, the sharp scrapings of planes across the sky, the sounds of my past. But the laughter of children makes up for that.The water continues to rise. There is a lot of misery in Florida, a lot of displacement. I understand that. But
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