"Simon Hawke - Sorcerer 1 - The Reluctant Sorcerer" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hawke Simon)

future? Actually, he gave it very little thought at all. He was
more concerned with the past. Not his own past, but the past
in general. As in time. Specifically, as in time travel.

He did not really discuss this particular obsession with his
fiancee, nor with his colleagues, because as any good mad
scientist knows, when you get into the sort of stuff that
"man was not meant to know," you're simply asking for
trouble. It was one thing for theoretical physicists to debate
whether or not Einstein was right, and to play all sorts of
fanciful games (often in science fiction novels) with hyperspace
and warps in the space/time continuum, but when you
actually came out and said that you could do it, and
revealed a working prototype, that was when they broke out
the torches and the pitchforks.

No, Marvin Brewster would not make Dr. Victor
Frankenstein's mistake. First he'd do it and make absolutely
sure it worked, and then he would publish and take out the




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patent, which EnGulfCo would at once appropriate, since
he'd done it on their premises and with their funding, but
that was fine, Brewster didn't really mind that. The money
he would make would not be insignificant and money
wasn't really what the whole thing was about. Proving
Einstein wrong. That was what the whole thing was about.

If it had seemed to Pamela that Brewster was much more
than typically preoccupied during the past month or two,
and letting little things (such as the occasional wedding) slip
his mind, then it was because Brewster was wrestling with a
problem that had him on the threshold, as it were, of the
greatest achievement of his life.

High atop the corporate headquarters building of EnGulfCo
International, in his top secret laboratory where no one else,
not even the EnGulfCo CEO, could gain admittance, Marvin
Brewster had built himself a time machine.

H. G. Wells would have been proud. It even looked right.
About the size of a small helicopter, the front of the
machine was dominated by a plastic bubble that had, in
fact, been lifted from a chopper. It had a door in its left
side, edged by a pressure seal, and the frame of the machine
was also taken from a helicopter, so that it sat on skids.