"FWLS12" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

lack of proper lighting and quantity of floating garbage made
this an impossible task.

So, I figured I'd have to try and find her telepathically.
I wasn't kidding about the mental wavelink thingydoohickey we
share; we had spent so much time together that we could sense
each other coming from about two hundred feet away. It's not
uncommon between married Sarens, although we hadn't gotten
hitched yet. In addition, Sarens can sense strong emotions...
consider the fact that Eroki was probably in a panicked,
bewildered state and you've got 360' Eroki-seeking radar.

Yup, there she is, about thirty feet below and in front of
me and sinking like a rock. I was right about her not knowing
how to swim. I kicked and shot downward like a torpedo (thank
goodness for those swimming awards), grabbed at something Eroki-
shaped that I could only pray was her, and swam back up to the
surface.

"Gurgle," she stated, with feeling.

"Come on, cough it up," I said, towing both of us towards
the shore. "Probably got a little water in your three lungs
there."

Eroki spat up green C'atel water as I dragged both of us on
the river's shore.

"Argh," Eroki said, grabbing at her skull. "What a
headache."

Yeah; it was so strong I could feel it blasting away at my
own senses. "Dudette, we need a MAJOR vacation of slackness
after this mess."

"So where's the Purple Terror?" she asked, wringing out her
vest.

"I dunno," I said. "I disarmed her and dived in."

"What, you didn't at least knock her unconscious?"

"Hey, I don't hit girls," I pleaded. "It's unkarmatic."

*

WHAM WHAM WHAM WHAM

"Rent's not due for a week. Lemme sleep."