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backthen.Itwasstrings
all the way up.
The ocean groans around her.
Thesoundresonatessomewherebetweenthecallofahumpback
whaleandthedeath-cryofsomemammothhullbucklingunderpres-
sure.Itfillstheocean;someofitleaksthroughAlyx'slimpet-device.She
screws her face up in distaste. "I hate that sound."
Clarkeshrugspatheticallygratefulfortheinterruption."Heyyou
corpses have your conferenceswe have ours."
It'snotthat.It'sthosehaploidchimes
.I'mtellingyouLeniethatguy's
scary.Youcan'ttrustanyonewhomakessomethingthatsoundslike
that
.
Your mom trusts him fine. So do I. I’ve got to go.
HekillspeopleLenie.AndI'mnotjusttalkingaboutmyDad.He's
killedalot
ofpeople.
Asoftsnort."SomethingelseMomnevertalks
about."
Clarkecoastsovertotheperspexlaysonesilhouettedhandagainst
the light in farewell.
He's an amateur she says [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and fins away into the darkness.
Thevoicecriesoutfromaraggedmouthintheseabed [link widoczny dla zalogowanych],anancient
chimneyofbasaltstuffedwithmachinery.Initsyouthitspewedcon-
stantscaldinggoutsofwaterandminerals;nowitmerelybelchesocca-
sionally.Softexhalationsstirthemechanismsinitsthroat [link widoczny dla zalogowanych],spinning
bladesandflutingpipesandsplicedchunksofrockandmetalthatbang
together.Itsvoiceiscompellingbutuyilai:
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