Dozois, Gardner (ed) - Worldmakers / Дозуа, Гарднер - Строители миров [2011, EPUB, ENG]

The Big Rain / Большой дождь novella by Poul Anderson When the People Fell / Захват Венеры short story by Cordwainer Smith Before Eden / До Эдема short story by Arthur C. Clarke Hunter, Come Home / Вернись домой, охотник novelette by Richard McKenna The Keys to December / Ключи к декабрю novelette by Roger Zelazny Retrograde Summer / Ретроградное лето novelette by John Varley Shall We Take a Little Walk? / А не прогуляться ли нам? novelette by Gregory Benford The Catharine Wheel novelette by Ian McDonald Sunken Gardens / Глубинные сады short story by Bruce Sterling Out of Copyright / Незаконная копия short story by Charles Sheffield A Place with Shade novelette by Robert Reed Dawn Venus / Заря на Венере novelette by G. David Nordley For White Hill / Посвящается Белой горе novella by Joe Haldeman The Road to Reality / Путь в реальность novelette by Phillip C. Jennings Ecopoiesis novella by Geoffrey A. Landis People Came from Earth short story by Stephen Baxter Fossils novelette by William H. Keith, Jr. A Martian Romance / Марсианский романс novelette by Kim Stanley Robinson Dream of Venus novelette by Pamela Sargent At Tide's Turning novelette by Laura J. Mixon

Eileen Monday hauls her backpack off the train’s steps and watches the train glide down the piste and around the headland. Out the empty station and she’s into the streets of Firewater, north Elysium. It’s deserted and dark, a ghost town, everything shut down and boarded up, the residents moved out and moved on. The only signs of life come from the westernmost dock: a small globular cluster of yellow streetlights and lit windows, streaking the ice of the bay between her and it. She walks around the bay on the empty corniche, the sky all purple in the early dusk. Four days until the start of spring, but there will be no spring this year.

She steps into the steamy clangor of the hotel restaurant. Workers in the kitchen are passing full dishes through the broad open window to diners milling around the long tables in the dining room. They’re mostly young, either iceboat sailors or the few people left in town. No doubt a few still coming out of the hills, out of habit. A wild-looking bunch. Eileen spots Hans and Arnold; they look like a pair of big puppets, discoursing to the crowd at the end of one table—elderly Pinocchios, eyes lost in wrinkles as they tell their lies and laugh at each other, and at the young behemoths passing around plates and devouring their pasta while still listening to the two. The old as entertainment. Not such a bad way to end up. It isn’t Roger’s kind of thing, however, and indeed when Eileen looks around she sees him standing in the corner next to the jukebox, pretending to make selections but actually eating his meal right there. That’s Roger for you. Eileen grins as she makes her way through the crowd to him. . . .