"Applegate, Katherine A - Animorphs - 05 - The Predator (2)" - читать интересную книгу автора (Applegate Katherine A)

Not attractive. Not even slightly.

Then I lost my eyes. It took a second to even

10 realize that I could still see. Then, oh yes! Yes, I could see. But
not the way I saw with human eyes.

A weird, wavy mountain seemed to wrap all around me - my clothes. They
looked different, blue and green and gray. Kind of. It's hard to de
scribe, exactly. I couldn't see very far, just a few feet. And what I
could see was shattered into dozens of little images. I saw little bits
of vast fibrous walls - my socks. And dark tunnels made of thick slabs
of what could have almost been wavy, corrugated concrete - the legs of
my jeans.

The fibers of the carpet looked gray-green to me, and as big as ropes.
My hairy, jointed roach legs would catch in the fibers as I tried to move.

I felt the roach brain surfacing. I'd been through it before. It's
different each time, de pending on the animal.

Sometimes it's a bunch of raw energy and fear that takes over your own
mind so you think you're going crazy.

But not the roach brain. I didn't feel great hunger. I didn't feel great
fear. The roach was . . . calm. Confident. Unworried.

I laughed. I mean, in my head I laughed, be cause I no longer had a
mouth or a throat or any thing at all that would make a laugh.

I was so tensed up, expecting the cockroach

11 to be a bundle of energy and fear. But mostly it just felt like resting.

The roach brain wanted to take a nap.

Cool, I thought. It's gross. It's disgusting. Marco and the others will
hate the idea, but when I tell them how easy it is to handle -

VIBRATION!

Get ready. Get ready. What was it? Get ready.

LIGHT! LIGHT! LIGHT!

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