"Marina Fitch - Sarah at the Tide Pool" - читать интересную книгу автора (Fitch Marina)

barnacles. A wave breaks over the far rocks in a plume of spray, the froth surging to
beat against the outcrop where Sarah waits. It sluices into her tide pool, washing
over the anemones so that they bloom into mums of tiny, undulating fingers.
Timidly, the hermit crab creeps from between their stalks.

Sarah exclaims and leans forward. The hermit crabтАЩs shell glistens, as black as
RichardтАЩs eyes.

Sarah looked anywhere but at Jason Whitcomb as he spoke. Her gaze traveled
the lab: a fifty-gallon tank of nudibranchs, two STMs with fractal display screens, a
multitude of cupboards, clean white counters, the coffin-shaped glass flotation tank,
the refrigeration room. And that was just what she could see. Behind the counter and
cupboards where Jason Whitcomb perched sat the Mitsubishi molecular computer,
laser diode spectrometer, a centrifuge surrounded by rows of test tubes and
pipettes; beyond that a door leading to a hall lined with the other labs and the tiny
windowless rooms that housed shared equipment.

The only world Sarah knew.

тАЬтАФ is vital to the company,тАЭ Jason Whitcomb said. тАЬWe need that skin to
keep us afloat тАФ keep us competitive. Dr. Huron?тАЭ

Sarah blinked, turned to meet his gaze. тАЬMr. Whitcomb?тАЭ

тАЬJason, please,тАЭ he said.

Sarah nodded absently.

тАЬAnyway, as you know there has been maximum security around your project
тАФтАЭ

тАЬWhat do you want from me?тАЭ

тАЬSarah тАФтАЭ

тАЬDr. Huron, please.тАЭ
 He pursed his lips. тАЬDr. Huron,тАЭ he said distinctly. тАЬOne of our competitors,
Hansen Biomedicals, is on the verge of developing their own arti тАФ uh, тАШorganicтАЩ
skin, despite the fact that a year ago they had no such project on record.тАЭ

Sarah shook her head. тАЬIf they can create an organic skin, more power to
them. Without it, people arenтАЩt going to be able to lead normal lives. What weтАЩre
talking about is survival, Mr. Whitcomb.тАЭ

тАЬJason.тАЭ He straightened. With his shoulders squared, he looked even more
threatening. тАЬYes, Dr. Huron. Survival. The survival of this company. And, need I
say it? The survival of your research.тАЭ

Sarah looked away.