"Jim Farris - Pandora's Box" - читать интересную книгу автора (Farris Jim)

"Reply: I disagree. That's some sort of wig that's fallen off. Command: Process the flashlight, then
use the number four manipulator to grab the wig before we're out of range. If it's hydrocarbon based, we
can use it in the processing plant to make the plastic parts we need to repair the number twenty-nine
manipulator."


"By your command." the wyrm replied, tossing the flashlight into her mandibles, snatching up the
wig and tossing it into her mandibles after the flashlight. Both were to be broken up and hopefully we
could process the raw materials into components for our use. The captured female saw the wyrm eat her
possessions, struggled violently for a moment, then relaxed.


"Comment: I again find this female to be fragile. I believe she has just died." the wyrm
susurrated.


"Reply: Negative, I think she's just fainted. Command: Recheck your touch sensors on the number
three manipulator. Question: Is she still breathing? Command: Check her pulse, too."


"Reply: I stand corrected. She is breathing. Checking jugular pulse. Confirmed. She is still
alive. Comment: Once the uniform is off, she can be interrogated at any time."


"Comment: I don't think it's a uniform, but I don't know what it is. Command: Put her down there
and use the number two and three manipulators to hold her there, wrists and ankles. Extend the number
eight manipulator and cut all of it off her, then collect it with the number four manipulator for processing.
Maybe we'll luck out and it'll all be plastic. And don't slip and cut off a body part this time - we don't
have any medical supplies and she might bleed to death in the interrogation tank like the other one."


"By your command. Comment: That was an accident caused by a malfunction, not
carelessness as you seem to be implying. I do not understand why you have been harping on it for
over six hundred years." the wyrm hissed.


"Reply: because you and I don't have much else to talk about, do we? Comment: Don't get testy,
just do the job right."


"Comment: I am not testy. I cannot get testy. Only you get testy. I do not have emotions."


We bickered back and forth like this while the wyrm finished the job. First, she had to extend her
number two manipulator, a twin to her number three, and grab the prisoner by the wrists and ankles.
Stretching her out on the cave floor, she extended her number eight manipulator. It's tipped with several
cutting tools ranging from a scalpel to a pair of bolt cutters. I guess it would be pretty frightening for a
normal human to see all those edged implements near their flesh, because when the prisoner woke up