"Frank Herbert - Destination Void 2 The Jesus Incident" - читать интересную книгу автора (Herbert Brian & Frank)

kilometers long, room to hide almost anything.

But now we have a planet under us: Pandora.

Groundside!

He looked at the crumpled note in his hand. Why a note? He and Lewis were
supposed to have an infallible means of secret communication -- the only two
Shipmen so gifted. It was why they trusted each other.

Do I really trust Lewis?
For the fifth time since receiving the note, Oakes triggered the alpha-blink
which activated the tiny pellet imbedded in the flesh of his neck. No doubt the
thing was working. He sensed the carrier wave which linked the capsule computer
to his aural nerves, and there was that eerie feeling of a blank screen in his
imagination, the knowledge that he was poised to experience a waking dream.
Somewhere groundside the tight-band transmission should be alerting Lewis to
this communication. But Lewis was not responding.

Equipment failure ?

Oakes knew that was not the problem. He personally had implanted the
counterpart of this pellet in Lewis' neck, had made the nerve hookups himself.

And I supervised Lewis while he made my implant.

Was the damned ship interfering?

Oakes peered around at the elaborate changes he had introduced into his chubby.
The ship was everywhere, of course. All of them shipside were in the ship.
This cubby, though, had always been different . . . even before he had made his
personal alterations. This was the cubby of a Chaplain/Psychiatrist.

The rest of the crew lived simply. They slept suspended in hammocks which
translated the gentle swayings of the ship into sleep. Many incorporated padded
pallets or cushions for those occasions that arose between men and women. That
was for love, for relaxation, for relief from the long corridors of plasteel
which sometimes wound tightly around the psyche and squeezed out your breath.

Breeding, though . . . that came under strictest Ship controls. Every Natural
Natal had to be born shipside and under the supervision of a trained obstetrics
crew -- the damned Natali with their air of superior abilities. Did the ship
talk to them? Feed them? They never said.

Oakes thought about the shipside breeding rooms. Although plush by usual cubby
standards, they never seemed as stimulating as his own cubby. Even the
perimeter treedomes were preferred by some -- under dark bushes . . . on open
grass. Oakes smiled. His cubby, though -- this was opulent. Women had been
known to gasp when first entering the vastness of it. From the core of the
Ceepee's cubby, this one had been expanded into the space of five cubbies.