"Alan Dean Foster - Flinx 09 - Flinx's Folly" - читать интересную книгу автора (Foster Alan Dean)

they're going to hit."

The tech made a sympathetic clucking sound. "That's rough." Flinx could sense
his concern was genuine. "Migraines, hmm?"

file:///C|/Documents%20and%20Settings/harry%20kruisw...20Foster%20-%20Flinx%2009%20-%20Flinx's%20Folly.html (12 of 281)19-2-2006 17:09:40
Foster, Alan Dean - Flinx 09 - Flinx's Folly (v1.0) (html).html



"No, not migraines." Though far from gone, the agonizing pain was starting to
subside. "Something else. Nobody really knows what causes them. It's been
speculated that the cause of mine may beтАФinherited."

The tech nodded. Reaching out, he grazed a contact with a fingertip. "I've
notified your attending physician. Somebody should be here shortly." He closed
his toolkit. It promptly self-sealed, the security strip making a slight bulge
around the case's equator. "I hope you feel better. This place has a good
reputation. Maybe they can come up with something to fix those headaches."
Then he left the room.

There is nothing that can be given for my headaches. Flinx fought back the tears
the pain squeezed from his eyes. Maybe a few whacks with a scalpel would cure
him. Maybe a complete lobotomy. And though thankfully no more frequent, the
headaches had been increasing in intensity. He stopped rubbing his temples and
let his hands fall to his sides. This last attack made his head feel as if it were
going to explode. That it had been triggered by his dream he had no doubt.

A few more like this, he thought, and he wouldn't have to worry about possible
future courses of action. A nice, clean, quick cerebral hemorrhage would free
him of all obligations, real or perceived.

Lifting her triangular, iridescent green head, a worried Pip began to flick her
tongue against his cheek. As always, the slight tickling reminded him of better
times, more innocent times. As a child on Drallar, living with the redoubtable
Mother Mastiff, he had owned very little. Certainly he had never dreamed of
having his own starship. But as a child he'd had freedom, of both body and mind.
No longer. Any tincture of innocence had long since been washed away by the

file:///C|/Documents%20and%20Settings/harry%20kruisw...20Foster%20-%20Flinx%2009%20-%20Flinx's%20Folly.html (13 of 281)19-2-2006 17:09:40
Foster, Alan Dean - Flinx 09 - Flinx's Folly (v1.0) (html).html


experiences of the past ten years.

The AAnn wanted the secrets of his ship. The Commonwealth government
wanted to talk to him and perhaps study him. Any surviving remnants of the
outlawed eugenicist Meliorare Society would want to make use of him. Several
still unidentifiable, vaster somethings seemed to want him to confront a threat on
a galactic scale. And all he wanted was to be left alone, to learn who his father