"Benford G - Furious Gulf" - читать интересную книгу автора (Benford Gregory)our\your actions. Prudence demands care. Earlier events involving these primates, on two separate planets, have pointed toward some significant yet poorly defined role they play. They may carry information--and what are they, but information? Indeed, what are we?--which can bring the attentions of minds above ours. Very well, caution. But how? A trap. Part I F^R P. NTI Q U I'l Techno-Nomads Toby had barely gotten back inside the air lock and was shedding his suit when Cermo showed up. Toby wore nothing but shorts under his vacuum suit, and the ship felt colder than outside. He rummaged in his locker for his overalls, shivering, and Cermo said, "Where you been?" "Where's it look?" The big man towered over Toby. Cermo had been called Cermothe-Slow in years past, but now was leaner and quicker. A broad grin seemed to divide his face in half with delighted anticipation. "Heard all the ruckus. Cap'n found us somethin' to eat, right?" "We'll see." "Doesn't change anything for you, though," Cermo said with a sly chuckle. He was a big man with a soft-eyed, mirthful face, so the chuckle carried no malice. "Whaf's that mean?" "You're on maintenance detail today." "So? Okay, I'll check the biotanks, the usual." "Today's not usual." Again the sly grin. "What's wrong?" "Sewage seals broke." "Again? No fair! They went out last time I was on maintenance, too." "Well then, you're an expert." Cermo handed Toby a mop. "Apply |
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