Аннотация
Michael Swanwick
The Very Pulse of the Machine
This story first appeared in Asimov's Science Fiction, February 1998.
Nominated for Best Short Story.
Click.
The radio came on.
"Hell."
Martha kept her eyes forward, concentrated on walking. Jupiter to one shoulder, Daedalus's plume to the other. Nothing to it. Just trudge, drag, trudge, drag. Piece of cake.
"Oh."
She chinned the radio off.
Click.
"Hell. Oh. Kiv. El. Sen."
"Shut up, shut up, shut up!" Martha gave the rope an angry jerk, making the sledge carrying Burton's body jump and bounce on the sulfur hardpan. "You're dead, Burton, I've checked, there's a hole in your faceplate big enough to stick a fist through, and I really don't want to crack up. I'm in kind of a tight spot here and I can't afford it, okay? So be nice and just shut the fuck up."
"Not. Bur. Ton."
"Do it anyway."
She chinned the radio off again.
Jupiter loomed low on t...
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