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Название книги: Trojan Horse
Автор(ы): Michael Swanwick
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Trojan-Horse-229540.html
Science fiction is for the most part a literature of rationalism, but this has never prevented its writers from speculating about matters that go beyond scientific knowledge. The subject of God turns up in a large number of thoughtful stories, from Arthur C. Clarke's "The Star" to Walter M. Miller's A Canticle for Leibowitz… and now in this intense novelette about human-computer interfacing on a future space station.Michael Swanwick's short fiction has often been nominated for awards, and his first novel. In the Drift, was published early this year."It's all inside my head," Elin said wonderingly. It was true. A chimney swift flew overhead, and she could feel its passage through her mind. A firefly landed on her knee. It pulsed cold fire, then spread its wings and was go^, and that was a part of her, too."Please try not to talk too much." The wetware tech tightened a cinch on the table* adjusted a bone inductor. His red and green facepaint loomed over her, then receded. "This will go much faster if you
Название книги: Trojan Horse
Автор(ы): Michael Swanwick
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Trojan-Horse-229540.html
Science fiction is for the most part a literature of rationalism, but this has never prevented its writers from speculating about matters that go beyond scientific knowledge. The subject of God turns up in a large number of thoughtful stories, from Arthur C. Clarke's "The Star" to Walter M. Miller's A Canticle for Leibowitz… and now in this intense novelette about human-computer interfacing on a future space station.Michael Swanwick's short fiction has often been nominated for awards, and his first novel. In the Drift, was published early this year."It's all inside my head," Elin said wonderingly. It was true. A chimney swift flew overhead, and she could feel its passage through her mind. A firefly landed on her knee. It pulsed cold fire, then spread its wings and was go^, and that was a part of her, too."Please try not to talk too much." The wetware tech tightened a cinch on the table* adjusted a bone inductor. His red and green facepaint loomed over her, then receded. "This will go much faster if you
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