Аннотация
Rudy Rucker
Realware
CHAPTER ONE
PHIL
February 12
"Wake up, Phil. It's your sister on the uvvy. Something's happened." Kevvie's breath was alkaloidal and bitter in the dawn.
Phil woke slowly. He liked to take the time to think about his dreams before they evanesced. Just now he'd been dreaming about hiking again. For some reason, he always dreamed about the same three or four places, and one of the places was an imaginary range of mountains, an arc of icy little peaks that were somehow very--domesticated. Easy to climb.
"Wake up!" repeated Kevvie. Her voice was, as usual, flat and practical, though now a bit louder than before. As Phil's eyes fluttered open an interesting thought occurred to him: maybe the mountains were his teeth. Sleepily he started to tell Kevvie his idea.
"My teeth are the mountains that -- "
But she wasn't listening. Her blue eyes were intent, her fox-face was pinched with urgency. "You talk to Jane right no...
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