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CONAN 01 Conan Robert E. Howard
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.""Exactly.Isn't that the point?""But what's the good in refusing the Prize?""I'd find some reason," he promised."A cause.A rallying cry." Then he laughed at his girlfriend, reminding her, "There's always a cause that needs a champion.I'll refuse for the sake of the hungry or the ignorant.I'll use the podium to focus attention on someone who really needs it.""You can't do that as a Nobel Laureate?""Name last year's winners," he countered.But she couldn't, of course.Morgan was spending a lot of time remembering moments like that.Some years later, in one of their last conversations, Dan warned, "This is very dangerous work.Don't attribute the quote to me.We're just two old friends meeting for lunch.But I think you should know: This meme-implanting technology is more dangerous than a mountain of plutonium.""And you happen to work with this mountain," she countered."I'm just one of many," Dan muttered to his salad.More than ten years had passed since their break-up.Judging by appearances, his sexual intensity had dissolved into a belt of fat around his waist, but his emotional intensity had grown more focused, more tiresome."You know who's the biggest funder of the research, don't you?""The defense industry."Stabbing at the spinach, he said, "They pay well for good work.""Are you going to tell me about your work?"Dan seemed to consider the question, and then he said, "Yes." She waited.His gaze lifted."Later."She remembered prompting him by saying, "I've got deadlines.""Isn't that an awful, ominous word?" he asked, touching her hand with one of his."'Deadline.'" Morgan waited, nibbling at her own buffalo burger.When she felt she had nothing to lose, she agreed with him."It is an ominous word." Then she told him, "We can't do very much.With meme-implanting, I mean."His salad must have been fascinating, judging by how he was staring at it."I don't understand," Morgan confessed."What don't you understand?""Why did you break up with me?"Dan looked up, smiling softly.She remembered a plain man, balding and a little heavy.But his considerable burdens seemed to lift suddenly, a boyish energy mixed with the whispered question, "Is that how you recall things, Morgan? That I broke up with you?"* * * *Next was a Marriott in Sao Paulo where the scourge of humanity had stayed for a single night, and, during that interval, the staff and every guest acquired a desperate, mostly secret fondness for Finnish poetry.When confronted with his odd hobby, the night manager laughed as if embarrassed, turned to Morgan, and after quoting an obscure passage about snow and bliss, he handed her a piece of paper.The paper had been torn from one of the hotel's complementary tablets, cut into an octagon, and in Daniel's handwriting, it showed a new set of coordinates.In a Chilean helicopter, she and Clark swooped down on a small mining town high in the Andes, discovering people of no great education or wealth who had mastered the basics of high physics.Not only that, every adult and child spent their free time attempting to enrich uranium from local supplies.It was all very crude and exceptionally slow, and after a thousand years, their descendants would have had only a marginal chance of success.But they calmly explained that whenever they finished their offering, tomorrow or in a million years, they intended to gather around the holy object, using its fireball to let them walk to their Lord.The next destination was waiting for them in the mine's main office.That night, racing across the Pacific at mach two, Clark got word of a new site."We're passing over it right now, in fact."Morgan saw nothing but ocean on the plane's monitors."Easter Island," he explained."A few months back, the natives started carving new heads out of the black rock.Tourists assumed it was a demonstration project --""Did Dan visit there?" she interrupted."Not that anyone can tell." He stared at her for a moment, and then stared harder at his own big hands."Which may be the point, of course.Commercial airliners take in fresh air all the time, and the old stuff is bled out into the stratosphere.ending up everywhere, eventually." The next stop was an abandoned settlement in the Australian outback.The local whites had left their traditional homes, now living happily in the desert, subsisting on a diet of kangaroos and termites [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]