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Crashlander :: Нивен Ларри
Страница: 197 из 199I suggested, «Retrieving Carlos Wu's autodoc?»
«In due course. It shouldn't be left here. Look outside, Bey. Turn left. Farther. Look up.»
He was ten floors up in a glass slab, looking down at me. Doll-sized, he was just big enough to recognize. He waved at me from the window, then turned back to his holovid phone.
«I'm right on top of you. It would take you hours to freeze yourself, perhaps days to be stowed and launched. I need only cross the street to stop you. Let us reason together, Bey.»
«You always seem to have an offer I can't refuse. Why are you picking on me, Sigmund? I told Ander everything he wanted to know.»
«I haven't heard from Ander.»
«Feather. Carlos. Pierson's puppeteers.»
«You'll still have to come home with me, Bey. You know too much, and you talk too much. Now, wait. Don't go off half-cocked. I can get you a birthright.»
«Yeah?» It was dawning on me that he might not know about Sharrol.
«One child. We have that much power if you can do something of clear public benefit. Can you return Carlos Wu to his home?»
«Carlos is dead, Sigmund.»
«Dead?»
«How did you find me?»
«You can't see it, Bey, but I'm looking at four walls of vidscreens. We scattered cameras everywhere. Then we plastered the screens all over my room. It's been — Wait one. Pray turn all screens off.» He waited an instant, looking offstage. Then, «Thank God, I can throw these things away and watch blank walls again. I've been watching three spaceport terminals and the top five restaurants and ten hotel lobbies, and when you finally showed, I couldn't believe it was you.»
«You damn well convinced yourself somehow!»
«I couldn't believe it wasn't, either. Sorry about that. Bey, are you sure about Carlos?»
«Feather blew a hole through him. But the nanotech 'doc is his last legacy, and it's UN property, and I might arrange to put that in your hands.»
«Very good. We'll have a chance to talk about puppeteers and the like on the way home.» A bell pinged. He turned around and shouted, «Pray open the door!» He turned back. «And Feather? You know, we never intended to turn her loose on an alien world. We want some weaponry back, too. And the others, Sharrol and the children?»
I set my face for the big lie. «Feather's g-»
Signumd jumped at me, banged his face on the edge of the field, recoiled, and fell backward and out of sight.
Ander Smittarasheed stepped into view, wading through the table, short ribs deep. He was holding a familiar object. He reached down.
«In due course. It shouldn't be left here. Look outside, Bey. Turn left. Farther. Look up.»
He was ten floors up in a glass slab, looking down at me. Doll-sized, he was just big enough to recognize. He waved at me from the window, then turned back to his holovid phone.
«I'm right on top of you. It would take you hours to freeze yourself, perhaps days to be stowed and launched. I need only cross the street to stop you. Let us reason together, Bey.»
«You always seem to have an offer I can't refuse. Why are you picking on me, Sigmund? I told Ander everything he wanted to know.»
«I haven't heard from Ander.»
«Feather. Carlos. Pierson's puppeteers.»
«You'll still have to come home with me, Bey. You know too much, and you talk too much. Now, wait. Don't go off half-cocked. I can get you a birthright.»
«Yeah?» It was dawning on me that he might not know about Sharrol.
«One child. We have that much power if you can do something of clear public benefit. Can you return Carlos Wu to his home?»
«Carlos is dead, Sigmund.»
«Dead?»
«How did you find me?»
«You can't see it, Bey, but I'm looking at four walls of vidscreens. We scattered cameras everywhere. Then we plastered the screens all over my room. It's been — Wait one. Pray turn all screens off.» He waited an instant, looking offstage. Then, «Thank God, I can throw these things away and watch blank walls again. I've been watching three spaceport terminals and the top five restaurants and ten hotel lobbies, and when you finally showed, I couldn't believe it was you.»
«You damn well convinced yourself somehow!»
«I couldn't believe it wasn't, either. Sorry about that. Bey, are you sure about Carlos?»
«Feather blew a hole through him. But the nanotech 'doc is his last legacy, and it's UN property, and I might arrange to put that in your hands.»
«Very good. We'll have a chance to talk about puppeteers and the like on the way home.» A bell pinged. He turned around and shouted, «Pray open the door!» He turned back. «And Feather? You know, we never intended to turn her loose on an alien world. We want some weaponry back, too. And the others, Sharrol and the children?»
I set my face for the big lie. «Feather's g-»
Signumd jumped at me, banged his face on the edge of the field, recoiled, and fell backward and out of sight.
Ander Smittarasheed stepped into view, wading through the table, short ribs deep. He was holding a familiar object. He reached down.