"02 - Exiles at the Well of Souls" - читать интересную книгу автора (Chalker Jack L)

Zinder nodded. "All right, then, Obie. We translated a horse into the system matrix, so you have it completely and you have Zetta completely."

"We don't have the horse any more," Obie pointed out.

Zinder sighed impatiently. "But you have the data on it, don't you? That's where the tail came from, right?"

"Yes, Doctor," Obie replied. "I see now that you were being rhetorical again. I'm sorry."

"That's all right," Zinder assured the machine. "Look, let's try for something bigger. Do you have the term and concept centaur in your memory?"

Obie thought for perhaps a millisecond. "Yes. But it will take some work to turn her into one. After all, there is the matter of internal plumbing, cardiovascular systems, additional nerve connections, and the like."

"But you can do it?" Zinder prompted, somewhat surprised.

"Oh, yes."

w long?"

"Two or three minutes," Obie replied. Zinder leaned over. The girl with the tail was pacing a little nervously on the podium, looking quite uncomfortable.

"Assistant Halib! Please stop that pacing and return to the center of the disk!" he reproved her. "We're about ready, and you did volunteer for this."

She sighed. "Sorry, Doctor," she responded and stood on the center mark.

Zinder looked over at Yulin. "On my mark!" he called, and Yulin nodded.

"Mark!"

The little mirror like disk overhead moved out, the little point in the center aimed down, and suddenly the entire area of the disk was bathed in a pale-blue light that seemed to sparkle, enveloping the woman. She seemed frozen, unable to move. Then she suddenly flickered several times like a projected image and winked out entirely.

"Subject's known stability equation has been neutralized," Yulin said into his recorder. He looked up

at Zinder.

"Gil?" he called, slightly disturbed.

"Eh?" the other man responded absently.

"Suppose we didn't bring her back? I mean, suppose we just neutralized her," Yulin said nervously. "Would she exist, Gil? Would she ever have existed?"

Zinder sat back in his chair, thinking. "She wouldn't exist, no," he told the

other. "As to the rest-well, we'll ask Obie." He leaned forward and flipped on the transceiver connecting him to the computer.

"Yes, Doctor?" the computer's calm tone came back.

"I'm not disturbing the process, am I?" Zinder asked carefully.

"Oh, no," the computer replied cheerfully. "It's taking only a little under an eighth of me to work it out."