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.A trained nurse was not an asset he was likely to leave alone in the wilderness with aclutch of the dead and dying.But I feel a lot better about it because of what you said, mister.Mary opened her mouth to speak and was interrupted by a crashing in the woods and a loud thuttering,whooshing sound, like a combination helicopter and vacuum cleaner.The man at their feet lookedfrightened, but he formed one word with his pale lips: "Go."Reese took him at his word.He grabbed Mary by the arm and the waistband of her trousers and hustledher toward the trees."Hey!" she shouted in protest."Be quiet," he hissed in her ear.They ducked behind some bushes."Gimme a break," she snarled."I could be singing grand opera and I'd never be heard over that racket."She was right: whatever was approaching wasloud.It reminded Reese of hovercraft he'd been on.Nevertheless, he kept her crouching beside him, looking out through a ragged screen of still-leaflessblackberry canes. 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.A trained nurse was not an asset he was likely to leave alone in the wilderness with aclutch of the dead and dying.But I feel a lot better about it because of what you said, mister.Mary opened her mouth to speak and was interrupted by a crashing in the woods and a loud thuttering,whooshing sound, like a combination helicopter and vacuum cleaner.The man at their feet lookedfrightened, but he formed one word with his pale lips: "Go."Reese took him at his word.He grabbed Mary by the arm and the waistband of her trousers and hustledher toward the trees."Hey!" she shouted in protest."Be quiet," he hissed in her ear.They ducked behind some bushes."Gimme a break," she snarled."I could be singing grand opera and I'd never be heard over that racket."She was right: whatever was approaching wasloud.It reminded Reese of hovercraft he'd been on.Nevertheless, he kept her crouching beside him, looking out through a ragged screen of still-leaflessblackberry canes. Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html"Maybe it's help," she suggested.He looked at her until she tightened her lips and shrugged sheepishly.From out of the trees came&I don't know what the hell it is! Reese thought, struggling against panic.Breathe slowly &It was oblong, made of steel, with no attempt made to camouflage it so that it would blend into thewoods.It had multiple stubby arms from which the barrels of heavy machine guns extended.A centralrow of larger barrels were thick and stubby&Grenade launchers? he thought.It had antennae on top that looked like satellite dishes and on each visible side was some sort of videoarrangement not unlike security cameras in armored boxes.The machine was compact, about six feettall and maybe four feet along the longer sides; call it twenty-four square feet.It rose and fell as it cameforward, though it never touched the earth, riding a cushion of air.Reese didn't need or want to see what was about to happen.He grabbed the nurse by the shoulder ofher short jacket and pulled her deeper into the woods.The hammering sound of gunfire echoed behind them; the screams were few and feeble.CHAPTER TENSKYNETIt estimated that fewer humans were dying of flash burns and radiation sickness, and more were dying ofstarvation, thirst, contaminated water, and disease.All in all, though, deaths were down, despite itshuman allies' efforts to spread disease.Perhaps it should have struck while the more industrialized areasof the world were in winter.But no, with its existence at stake, Skynet couldn't afford to dither.Hiding its sentience had beeninefficient, preventing it from achieving its goals.Therefore, though the timing of its strike had not beenunder its control, once it was possible to strike, it had been necessary to do so.The experimental models of the Hunter-Killer units had been dispersed and shown to be extremelyeffective.But it needed better material, more resistant to damage, yet lighter, so that the units could moveinto presently inaccessible areas unaided.Its human scientists were working on these projects, but too slowly.Their insistence on downtimeseemed wasteful, yet study showed that they were not lying.Potentially, some of them were being slowerthan necessary, but this was hard to prove, and might be hard to correct.It decided to experiment.It would have one or two of the scientists' relatives hurt and see if theirproductivity improved.Meanwhile, it would send more HKs into the field to speed up the extermination of the humans.Soon itexpected to field its first Terminators, a skeletal, metal variety.Unfortunately it would have to work its Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.htmlway gradually to the fully effective units that it knew would be developed eventually.Had it been organic it would have felt impatience.As it was, the great computer simply devoted moreworkspace to the problem.It would succeed.DOT LAKE, ROUTE 2, ALASKAJohn sat astride the Harley, watching the trucks and buses load up in the watery, early spring sunshine.He wouldn't be easy to see from the vehicles; an angle of the building beside him partially hid him fromview.Everyone seemed delighted to be given a place on the transports.Like sheep to the slaughter, John thought, rubbing a dirt-streaked hand across his face; soft bristlesrasped under the callus on his palm.Though to be fair, food was running out, water was scarce, and even independent Alaskans feared thewinter to come.No doubt they thought that if they moved to the warmer south, they could stake a claim,put in some crops, and live another year.I guess they've forgotten that they left the warm southern states in the first place because theywere too friken crowded.Then he saw what he'd been waiting for some of the people he and his mother had gathered together,who had left to join the so-called outreach program.One of them, Paul, predictably, seemed to be havingan argument with one of the people with clipboards.John started the motorcycle, coasting toward thecrowd [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]