"Bradbury, Ray - Pendulum" - читать интересную книгу автора (Bradbury Ray)PENDULUM
by Ray Bradbury and Henry Hasse Prisoner of Time was he, outlawed from Life and Death alike the strange, brooding creature who watched the ages roll by and waited half fearfully for--eternity? "I THINK," shrilled Erjas, "that this is our most intriguing discovery on any of the worlds we have yet visited!" His wide, green-shimmering wings fluttered, his beady bird eyes flashed excitement. His several companions bobbed their heads in agreement, the greenish-gold down on their slender necks ruffling softly. They were perched on what had once been a moving sidewalk but was now only a twisted ribbon of wreckage overlooking the vast expanse of a ruined city. "Yes," Erjas continued, "it's baffling, fantastic! It--it has no reason for being." He pointed unnecessarily to the object of their attention, resting on the high stone plaza a short distance away. "Look at it! Just a huge tubular pendulum hanging from that towering framework! And the machinery, the coggery which must have once sent it swinging . . . I flew up there a while ago to examine it, but it's hopelessly corroded." "But the head of the pendulum!" another of the bird creatures said awedly. "A hollow chamber--transparent, glassite--and that awful thing staring out of Pressed close to the inner side of the pendulum head was a single human skeleton. The whitened skull seemed to stare out over the desolate, crumbling city as though regarding with amusement the heaps of powdery masonry and the bare steel girders that drooped to the ground, giving the effect of huge spiders poised to spring. "It's enough to make one shudder--the way that thing grins! Almost as though--" "The grin means nothing!" Erjas interrupted annoyedly. "That is only the skeletal remains of one of the mammal creatures who once, undoubtedly, inhabited this world." He shifted nervously from one spindly leg to the other, as he glanced again at the grinning skull. "And yet, it does seem to be almost--triumphant! And why are there no more of them around? Why is he the only one . . . and why is he encased in that fantastic pendulum head?" "We shall soon know," another of the bird creatures trilled softly, glancing at their spaceship which rested amidst the ruins, a short distance away. "Orfleew is even now deciphering the strange writing in the book he salvaged from the pendulum head. We must not disturb him." "How did he get the book? I see no opening in that transparent chamber." "The long pendulum arm is hollow, apparently in order to vacuum out the cell. The book was crumbling with age when Orfleew got it out, but he saved most of it." "I wish he would hurry! Why must he--" "Shh! Give him time. Orfleew will decipher the writing; he has an amazing genius |
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