"Busby, F M - Demu 01-03 - The Demu Trilogy UC" - читать интересную книгу автора (Busby F M)"Legend, folklore, from other peoples made victims.
They take you, they use you as domestic animal; maybe eat you." "Seems like a long haul to the meat market," Barton said. "Wouldn't it be easier to breed their own stock from what they get on the first raid?" / "As I say. Barton: folklore. But the great fear is not of being killed or even eaten. There is a story so old, .the race that first told it is extinct. By supernova, long past. This is, the goal of the Demu is to make animals into peo- ple." "I don't get you." "If I have it, they catch people to try to turn them into Demu." "Oh, come off it. Doc! How could that be?" "I don't know; Limila doesn't know. But it is said on many worlds." "So*s a lot of other horse-puckie, I imagine.** The sub- and bending, working the aches out of his muscles. Doktor Siewen shrugged and said nothing more. Limila was back. She started to say something, but an excited babble broke out across the room and cut her off in midsentence. Barton wheeled to see what was going on. The walls were leaking. At intervals, small jets of liquid spurted at a height of about five feet. Barton realized he was deadly thirsty. He wasn't alone; there was a rush. Barton held back for a moment but decided that if the Demu wanted to poison them, the air supply would be simpler. The water was cool with a slight mineral taste, not un- pleasant. Then it changed; the liquid became thicker and milk-colored. Just like Instant Breakfast, Barton thought, except not sweetened. He found he was hungry, too. The stuff stopped coming before he'd had enough of it, but he could feel relief from the low blood-sugar condition he hadn't consciously noticed. Barton felt a little more as if he might have some sort of chance in this game after all. He realized it was silly to feel that way from a mere |
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