"Asimov, Isaac - Profession" - читать интересную книгу автора (Asimov Isaac)

George was conscious of his slight build. He said, УBut IТve never heard of anyone without a profession.Ф
УThere arenТt many,Ф conceded Ellenford. УAnd we protect them.Ф
УProtect them?Ф George felt confusion and fright grow higher inside him.
УYouТre a ward of the planet, George. From the time you walked through that door, weТve been in charge of you.Ф And he smiled.
It was a fond smile. To George it seemed the smile of ownership; the smile of a grown man for a helpless child.
He said, УYou mean, IТm going to be in prison?Ф
УOf course not. You will simply be with others of your kind.Ф
Your kind. The words made a kind of thunder in GeorgeТs ear.
Ellenford said, УYou need special treatment. WeТll take care of you.Ф
To GeorgeТs own horror, he burst into tears. Ellenford walked to the other end of the room and faced away as though in thought.
George fought to reduce the agonized weeping to sobs and then to strangle those. He thought of his father and mother, of his friends, of Trevelyan, of his own shameЧ He said rebelliously, УI learned to read.Ф
УEveryone with a whole mind can do that. WeТve never found exceptions. It is at this stage that we discoverЧexceptions. And when you learned to read, George, we were concerned about your mind pattern. Certain peculiarities were reported even then by the doctor in charge.Ф
УCanТt you try Educating me? You havenТt even tried. IТm willing to take the risk.Ф
УThe law forbids us to do that, George. But look, it will not be bad. We will explain matters to your family so they will not be hurt. At the place to
which youТll be taken, youТll be allowed privileges. WeТll get you books and you can learn what you will.Ф
УDab knowledge in by hand,Ф said George bitterly. УShred by shred. Then, when I die IТll know enough to be a Registered Junior Office Boy, Paper-Clip Division.Ф
УYet I understand youТve already been studying books.Ф
George froze. He was struck devastatingly by sudden understanding. ССThatТs it. .
ССWhatТs it?ТТ
УThat fellow Antonelli. HeТs knifing me.Ф
УNo, George. YouТre quite wrong.Ф
УDonТt tell me that.Ф George was in an ecstasy of fury. УThat lousy bastard is selling me out because he thought I was a little too wise for him. I read books and tried to get a head start toward programming. Well, what do you want to square things? Money? You wonТt get it. IТm getting out of here and when I finish broadcasting thisЧФ
He was screaming.
Ellenford shook his head and touched a contact.
Two men entered on catfeet and got on either side of George. They pinned his arms to his sides. One of them used an air-spray hypodennic in the hollow of his right elbow and the hypnotic entered his vein and had an almost immediate effect.
His screams cut off and his head fell forward. His knees buckled and only the men on either side kept him erect as he slept.

They took care of George as they said they would; they were good to him and unfailingly kindЧabout the way, George thought, he himself would be to a sick kitten he had taken pity on.
They told him that he should sit up and take some interest in life; and then told him that most people who came there had the same attitude of despair at the beginning and that he would snap out of it.
He didnТt even hear them.
Dr. Ellenford himself visited him to tell him that his parents had been informed that he was away on special assignment.
George muttered, УDo they knowЧФ
Ellenford assured him at once, УWe gave no details.Ф
At first George had refused to eat. They fed him intravenously. They hid sharp objects and kept him under guard. Hali Omani came to be his roommate and his stolidity had a calming effect.
One day, out of sheer desperate boredom, George asked for a book. Omani, who himself read books constantly, looked up, smiling broadly. George almost withdrew the request then, rather than give any of them satisfaction, then thought: What do I care?
He didnТt specify the book and Omani brought one on chemistry. It was in big print, with small words and many illustrations. It was for teen-agers. He threw the book violently against the wall.
ThatТs what he would be always. A teen-ager all his life. A pre-Educate forever and special books would have to be written for him. He lay smoldering in bed, staring at the ceiling, and after an hour had passed, he got up sulkily, picked up the book, and began reading.

It took him a week to finish it and then he asked foi another.
УDo you want to take the first one back?Ф asked Omani.
George frowned. There were things in the book he had not understood, yet he was not so lost to shame as to say so.
But Omani said, УCome to think of it, youТd better keep it. Books are meant to be read and reread.Ф
It was that same day that he finally yielded to OmaniТs invitation that he tour the place. He dogged at the NigerianТs feet and took in his surroundings with quick hostile glances.
The place was no prison certainly. There were no walls, no locked doors, no guards. But it was a prison in that the inmates had no place to go outside.
It was somehow good to see others like himself by the dozen. It was so easy to believe himself to be the only one in the world soЧmaimed.
He mumbled, УHow many people here anyway?Ф
УTwo hundred and five, George, and this isnТt the only place of the sort in the world. There are thousands.Ф
Men looked up as he passed, wherever he went; in the gymnasium, along the tennis courts; through the library (he had never in his life imagined books could exist in such numbers; they were stacked, actually stacked, along long shelves). They stared at him curiously and he returned the looks savagely. At least they were no better than he; no call for them to look at him as though he were some sort of curiosity.
Most of them were in their twenties. George said suddenly, УWhat happens to the older ones?Ф
Omani said, УThis place specializes in the younger ones.Ф Then, as though he suddenly recognized an implication in GeorgeТs question that he had missed earlier, he shook his head gravely and said, УTheyТre not put out of the way, if thatТs what you mean. There are other Houses for older ones.ТТ