"Heinlein, Robert A - Waldo (2)" - читать интересную книгу автора (Heinlein Robert A)'I must ask you to excuse me.' He did not wait for an answer,
but strode out, hardly giving the door time to open in front of him. Gleason followed his departure with worried eyes. 'Why does he take it so hard, Jimmie? You would think he hated Waldo personally.' 'Probably he does, in a way. But it's more than that; his whole universe is toppling. For the last twenty years, ever since Pryor's reformulation of the General Field Theory did away with Heisenberg's Uncertainty Principle, physics has been considered an exact science. The power failures and transmission failures we have been suffering are a terrific nuisance to you and to me, but to Dr Rambeau they amount to an attack on his faith. Better keep an eye on him.' 'Why?' 'Because he might come unstuck entirely. It's a pretty serious matter for a man's religion to fail him.' 'Hm-m-m. How about yourself? Doesn't it hit you just as hard?' 'Not quite. I'm an engineer- From Rambeau's point of view just a high-priced tinker. Difference in orientation. Not but what I'm pretty upset.' The audio circuit of the communicator on Gleason's desk came to life. 'Calling Chief Engineer Stevens - calling Chief Engineer Stevens.' Gleason flipped the tab. 'He's here. Go ahead.' four miles north of Cincinnati. Shall I go on to Nebraska, or bring in the you-know-what from my own crate?" Message ends. Signed "Mac".' 'Tell him to walk back!' Stevens said savagely. 'Very well, sir.' The instrument cut off. 'Your assistant?' asked Gleason. 'Yes. That's about the last straw, chief. Shall I wait and try to analyse this failure, or shall I try to see Waldo?' 'Try to see Waldo.' 'OK. If you don't hear from me, just send my severance pay care of Palmdale Inn, Miami. I'll be the fourth beachcomber from the right.' Gleason permitted himself an unhappy smile. 'If you don't get results, I'll bч the fifth. Good luck.' 'So long.' When Stevens had gone, Chief Stationary Engineer Striebel spoke up for the first time. 'If the power to the cities fails,' he said softly, 'you know where I'll be, don't you?' 'Where? Beachcomber number six?' 'Not likely. I'll be number one in my spot, first man to be lynched.' 'But the power to the cities can't fail. You've got too many cross- connects and safety devices.' 'Neither can the deKalbs fail, supposedly. Just the same, think about Sublevel 7 in Pittsburgh, with the lights out. Or, rather, |
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