"FWLS51" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

And this little box, plus three spaceliner tickets, would do
it for me. Really, I could do the gag solo if I wanted to, but
it was imperative that my friends be around to KNOW that I was
back to normal. I would return to the manipulative, ego-ridden
user of people I was before, blind to nothing. That in itself is
somewhat bad, hey, but I just gotta be me! (mental grin)

Now, being a psychologist, I realized this was a nice little
self-destructive path I was forming for myself, paved over
irrational fears. Of course, although my subconsciousness
realized it, my personality would have no truck with it. No;
this was the best way to prove myself. Screw rationality, I had
a mission to do.

I slipped out the propped-open door, taking the chunk of
rock that propped it and throwing into the bushes. I ran over to
the Traffic Smasher, dropping the box into the back seat with
Benton and hopping over the door into the front seat.

"Floor it!" I commanded. Jody shrugged, and drove away at
normal speed (which was faster than flooring it, actually).

"What were you getting? Old personality profiles or
something you left in your locker?" Benton asked, examining the
box oddly. "Hey, isn't this from the Planetary Engineering
department?"

"You bet it is," I grinned. "This, my friends, will top
anything we have ever done before. I've got it planned to the T.
We're going to stop the rain."

"It's not raining," Benton said. "We'd know by now. We're
in a convertible, Mitch."

"Not here, silly. The rain on C'atel," I said, presenting
the tickets with a flourish. Jody didn't flinch, although the
ROVER swerved slightly in surprise, narrowly colliding with a
hauler.

"Three tickets?" Benton asked, examining them. "Seats 18A,
18B, 18C on the 204 to C'atel."

Benton paused, assembling these facts in his head. "You're
going to stop the rain ON C'ATEL?!!"

I grinned back. "Exactamundo. I figure we'll be giving
them a break. It's not good to soak your planet twenty-nine days
out of thirty."

"That's... THAT's..." Jody started, keeping one eye on the