"David Gerrold - Chtorr 3 - A Rage for Revenge" - читать интересную книгу автора (Gerrold David)

them to be successful. They will have accomplished their job; because that is exactly what they were
intended to do.
--David Gerrold , Hollywood, 1988
THANK YOU:
Dennis Ahrens, Seth Breidbart, Jack Cohen, Richard Curtis, Diane Duane, Richard Fontana, Bill Glass,
Harvey and Johanna Glass, David Hartwell, Robert and Ginny Heinlein, Don Hetsko, Karen Malcor,
Susie Miller, Jerry Pournelle, Michael St. Laurent, Rich Sternbach, Tom Swale, Linda Wright, Chelsea
Quinn Yarbro, Howard Zimmerman.


Chtorr (ktor), n. 1. The planet Chtorr, presumed to exist within 30 light-years of Earth. 2. The star
system in which the planet occurs; possibly a red giant star, presently unidentified. 3. The ruling species of
the planet Chtorr; generic. 4. In formal usage, either one or many members of the ruling species of the
planet Chtorr; a Chtorr, the Chtorr. (See Chtor-ran) 5. The glottal chirruping cry of a Chtorr.

Chtor-ran (ktoi in), adj. 1. Of or relating to either the planet or the star system, Chtorr. 2. Native to
Chtorr. n. 1. Any creature native to Chtorr. 2. In common usage, a member of the primary species, the
(presumed) intelligent life form of Chtorr. (pl. Chtor-rans)
-The Random House Dictionary of the English Language Century 21 Edition, unabridged.

Mo-die (mo de), n., (colloq.) 1. Any person who has totally immersed himself in Mode Training
Seminars. 2. A member of the American Modal Movement. 3. Anyone who is dedicated to
quasi-religious, personal development seminars; generally used as an epithet. (pl. Mo-dies)
-The Random House Dictionary of the English Language Century 21 Edition, unabridged.


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The Spider

"Design flaws travel in herds."
-Solomon Short

"Don't move!" I said it very softly.
"Huh-?" The kid came crashing through the bushes behind me.
"And don't talk!"
The spider was nearly twice as tall as a man. It looked confused. It stood in the center of a grassy
clearing, turning itself hesitantly this way and that. It was a dark oblate shape poised motionless on six
gangly legs. It hadn't seen us yet, but its big black eyes were swiveling back and forth in a restless,
searching motion. It was looking for the source of the sound; we'd surprised it. I wondered if we could
fade quietly back into the bushes. Alone, I could have done it
"What is it?" the kid blurted.
All four of the spider's eyes came jerking around to focus on us. "Shit." I touched the phonebox on my
belt and punched CONTROL. "This is JIMBO. I've got a spider. I think it's rogue."