"Blish, James - Earth of Hours" - читать интересную книгу автора (Blish James)"Are you the ruler of this planet?"
"Yes." "Are you the only person in this system?" "No." Robin paused and frowned. Then he said: "Are you the only person of your species in your system?" "No. There is another on Xixobraxthe fourth planet." Robin paused once more, but not, it seemed to 12-Upjohn, as though he were in any doubt; it was only as though he were gathering his courage for the key question of all. 12- Upjohn tried to imagine what it might be, and failed. "How many of you are there?" Robin One said. "I cannot answer that. As of the instant you asked me that question, there were eighty-three hundred thousand billion, one hundred and eighty nine million, four hundred and sixty five thousand, one hundred and eighty; but now the number has changed, and it goes on changing." "Impossible," 12-Upjohn said, stunned. "Not even two planets could support such a numberand you'd never allow a desert like this to go on existing if you had even a fraction of that population to support. I begin to think, sir, that you are a type normal to my business: the ordinary, unimaginative liar." "He's not lying," Robin said, his voice quivering. "It all fits together. Just let me finish, sir, please. I'll explain, but "Well," 12-Upjohn said, helplessly, "all right, go ahead." But he was instantly sorry, for what Robin One said was: "Thank you. I have no more questions." The Callean turned in a great liquid wheel and poured away across the sand dunes at an incredible speed. 12-Upjohn shouted after him, without any clear idea of what it was that he was shoutingbut no matter, for the Callean took no notice. Within seconds, it seemed, he was only a thread- worm in the middle distance, and then he was gone. They were all alone in the chill desert air. Oberholzer lowered his rifle bewilderedly. "He's fast," he said to nobody in particular. "Gripes, but he's fast. I couldn't even keep him in the sights." "That proves it," Robin said tightly. He was trembling, but whether with fright or elation, 12-Upjohn could not tell; possibly both. "It had better prove something," the Consort of State said, trying hard not to sound portentous. There was some- thing about this bright remote desert that made empty any possible pretense to dignity. "As far as I can see, you've just lost us what may have been our only chance to treat with these creatures . . . just as surely as the sergeant would have done it with his gun. Explain, please." "I didn't really catch on until I realized that he was using |
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