The Dying Light Read Online Free PDF
Author: Sean Williams
public and conscious of time pressing.
Privately, Roche was amazed that the girl thought she could detect anything at all.
said Maii.
Roche walked on, trying to fight the weariness slowing her stride.
observed Maii.
She nodded unnecessarily.
As an accompaniment to her words, Maii sent a brief image of an underwater scene: a coral reef lit by mottled green sunlight with large gray fish lightly brushing against her body. Despite the constant motion, the endless cycle of life and death swirling around her, the mood generated by the image was one of peace and inner calm.
A healing dream, designed to ease the girl’s own path through grief.
Roche hesitated before answering. As uncomfortable as she still was with epsense therapy, she had to admit that the offer was made with the best intentions. That made a flat “no” much harder to pronounce.
she said eventually.
Even though she disliked being away from the heart of the action, the offer was appealing. It could be her last chance for a long while.
A mental smile accompanied her next words:
Roche hurried to the officers’ mess, two levels up from the rehab facility. There she ordered a nondescript breakfast and took a seat at one of the many empty tables filling the room. The dispenser provided her with a good imitation of eggs, cereal, and fruit juice. She forced herself to eat slowly, chewing each bite rather than gulping it down.
Every ten minutes the ship rolled as it moved from one universe to the next, edging closer to the anomaly each time.
She couldn’t help but wonder what the Box was learning along the way, but she refrained from asking for an update. If anything happened, someone would be sure to call her. Until they did, all she had to do was relax.
After a couple more mouthfuls, she realized that she couldn’t relax. There was too much at stake—and too little known about the situation to help her guess at what she had to do.
There was something she could do, however. Midway through the small meal, she routed a display through her implants and selected the file she had collated on the Sol Apotheosis Movement from the combined data resources of the Commonwealth of Empires and the Dato Bloc. Somewhere in the file, she hoped, was a clue regarding the technological prowess of her enemy.
Whether she would find anything useful was unlikely, though. The history of the Sol Apotheosis Movement was poorly documented until the time of its destruction. It had been founded early in the 36th millennium, ‘325 EN, by a visionary whose name was no longer recorded. The Movement’s aim had been to achieve Transcendence by means of genetic manipulation and biomodification, rather than by downloading living minds into AI networks, as was usual. By bucking both tradition and common sense, its adherents were ostracized and banned by their native government—also unnamed—so they sought and found an empty system deep in the backwaters of
She nodded unnecessarily.
As an accompaniment to her words, Maii sent a brief image of an underwater scene: a coral reef lit by mottled green sunlight with large gray fish lightly brushing against her body. Despite the constant motion, the endless cycle of life and death swirling around her, the mood generated by the image was one of peace and inner calm.
A healing dream, designed to ease the girl’s own path through grief.
Roche hesitated before answering. As uncomfortable as she still was with epsense therapy, she had to admit that the offer was made with the best intentions. That made a flat “no” much harder to pronounce.
Even though she disliked being away from the heart of the action, the offer was appealing. It could be her last chance for a long while.
Roche hurried to the officers’ mess, two levels up from the rehab facility. There she ordered a nondescript breakfast and took a seat at one of the many empty tables filling the room. The dispenser provided her with a good imitation of eggs, cereal, and fruit juice. She forced herself to eat slowly, chewing each bite rather than gulping it down.
Every ten minutes the ship rolled as it moved from one universe to the next, edging closer to the anomaly each time.
She couldn’t help but wonder what the Box was learning along the way, but she refrained from asking for an update. If anything happened, someone would be sure to call her. Until they did, all she had to do was relax.
After a couple more mouthfuls, she realized that she couldn’t relax. There was too much at stake—and too little known about the situation to help her guess at what she had to do.
There was something she could do, however. Midway through the small meal, she routed a display through her implants and selected the file she had collated on the Sol Apotheosis Movement from the combined data resources of the Commonwealth of Empires and the Dato Bloc. Somewhere in the file, she hoped, was a clue regarding the technological prowess of her enemy.
Whether she would find anything useful was unlikely, though. The history of the Sol Apotheosis Movement was poorly documented until the time of its destruction. It had been founded early in the 36th millennium, ‘325 EN, by a visionary whose name was no longer recorded. The Movement’s aim had been to achieve Transcendence by means of genetic manipulation and biomodification, rather than by downloading living minds into AI networks, as was usual. By bucking both tradition and common sense, its adherents were ostracized and banned by their native government—also unnamed—so they sought and found an empty system deep in the backwaters of
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