Аннотация
THE BROKEN SPHERE
Nigel Findley
Prologue
The colors of the phlogiston were particularly chaotic in this part of the universe. They rippled and ran, curdled and swirled like oil paints boiling together in a stewpot, a million million vibrant hues most of which could only be named by the gods themselves.
In this part of the universe, the crystal spheres-each a "bubble cosmos"-clustered close together. They bobbed and shifted on the phlogiston tides, too slow to see their motion, yet frenetically rapidly as these things are usually measured, as if they were the iridescent glass net-floats used by fishermen on a thousand thousand worlds. They were like pearls of incalculable price catching and reflecting back the strange light of the Flow.
The pearls were tightly packed here, sometimes separated by less than the diameter of a single sphere, sometimes by much less.
What would happen if they collided? Many sages of many races had asked that question, ye...
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