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Ribofunk :: Филиппо Пол Ди
Страница: 64 из 156An intelligent invisible air curtain defeated insects, large particulates, and drifting organic debris such as clothtree leaves and airfish spume. Barnacle like microjets around the window frame constantly tracked the incoming intruders in jerky chaotic patterns before emitting their dissuasive blasts. Large intruders over five hundred grams would be anticipated and neutralized by the house's alarm net and its entrained armaments.
But a small, alert wren-form bird, like the one alighting now upon the window sill, was anticipated by neither system.
The bird surveyed the nursery interior.
The walls held embedded silicrobe animated pictures: fairytale characters that capered across the constantly shifting backgrounds. The Big Bad Wolf pursued a cloaked Little Red Riding Hood; the young ballerina in her cursed red slippers danced till exhausted.
In the middle of the room stood a white biopolymer crib shaped like an egg halved along its long dimension and resting in a bip support base. The Bayer logo blinked orange from portside. In the crib lay a naked baby boy of several months, tummy up. Above him floated a mobile representing the Earth and some of its myriad orbiting artificial satellites. The large globe revolved and its tiny attendants spun in their intricate, never-intersecting orbital dance supported only by shaped magnetic fields emitted from the crib.
Beneath the baby was a Blankie, its Ixsys brandmark plain in one corner.
The Blankie was approximately as big as a large bath towel. Its glycoprotein glycolipid paradermal surface was colored a delicate pastel blue and resembled in texture antique eggcrate bedding foam. Except that the individual nubbins of the Blankie were much more closely spaced, and in the shallow dimples of the Blankie gleamed a subtle organic sheen like a piece of raw liver.
The bird flew from its perch on the sill and landed on the crib's edge, its claws clutching the material of the Bayer halfshell.
At that point two things happened.
All of the flat silicrobe characters on the wall stiffened and stopped. The Woodsman, who had just emerged to rescue the swallowed Little Red Riding Hood, was the one exception. He dropped his one-dimensional axe and began to yell.
"Intruder! Intruder! All security kibes to the nursery!"
Simultaneous with the alert, the baby began to pee. A fountain of yellow shot up a few centimeters from it.
When the first drops of pee hit the Blankie, it responded in its trophic instinctive way.
But a small, alert wren-form bird, like the one alighting now upon the window sill, was anticipated by neither system.
The bird surveyed the nursery interior.
The walls held embedded silicrobe animated pictures: fairytale characters that capered across the constantly shifting backgrounds. The Big Bad Wolf pursued a cloaked Little Red Riding Hood; the young ballerina in her cursed red slippers danced till exhausted.
In the middle of the room stood a white biopolymer crib shaped like an egg halved along its long dimension and resting in a bip support base. The Bayer logo blinked orange from portside. In the crib lay a naked baby boy of several months, tummy up. Above him floated a mobile representing the Earth and some of its myriad orbiting artificial satellites. The large globe revolved and its tiny attendants spun in their intricate, never-intersecting orbital dance supported only by shaped magnetic fields emitted from the crib.
Beneath the baby was a Blankie, its Ixsys brandmark plain in one corner.
The Blankie was approximately as big as a large bath towel. Its glycoprotein glycolipid paradermal surface was colored a delicate pastel blue and resembled in texture antique eggcrate bedding foam. Except that the individual nubbins of the Blankie were much more closely spaced, and in the shallow dimples of the Blankie gleamed a subtle organic sheen like a piece of raw liver.
The bird flew from its perch on the sill and landed on the crib's edge, its claws clutching the material of the Bayer halfshell.
At that point two things happened.
All of the flat silicrobe characters on the wall stiffened and stopped. The Woodsman, who had just emerged to rescue the swallowed Little Red Riding Hood, was the one exception. He dropped his one-dimensional axe and began to yell.
"Intruder! Intruder! All security kibes to the nursery!"
Simultaneous with the alert, the baby began to pee. A fountain of yellow shot up a few centimeters from it.
When the first drops of pee hit the Blankie, it responded in its trophic instinctive way.