"L Ron Hubbard - Mission Earth 05 - Fortune of Fear" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hubbard L. Ron)

They were GONE!
My eyes darted to where I had left the pile of clothes. They were gone!
I started up.
My hand went to the knob of her door. Silently, I opened it.
THE COUNTESS KRAK WAS GONE!
Oh, I went wild! What insane catastrophe would follow this?
The prison guards had undoubtedly made both Krak and Crobe promise not to reveal the
existence of Spiteos, had probably escorted them heavily on board the Blixo for transport to
Earth. What they could tell a spacecrew of a drug-carrying ship wouldn't matter, for it was all


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composed of condemned criminals who carried cargos to the fortress anyway. But the fact remained
that I had let a prisoner of Spiteos escape.
It wasn't very clear thinking but I was in shock. I had visions of being arrested myself. It
was all jumbled up with terror of the Countess Krak herself. And all this when I was dog-tired and
only half-awake!
I tore down to Prahd's room. I burst in.
"Where's the patient?" I shouted.
Two heads came off the pillows.
Nurse Bildirjin said, "Not you again!"
Prahd rolled over on his side and looked at an alarm clock. He sighed. "It only takes a few
hours for the gas to wear off. Maybe she went out for some air." He rolled back, showing every
sign of going back to sleep.
"You broke your promise!" said Nurse Bildirjin.
There was neither help nor sympathy here.
I raced out. I ran up and down the halls looking into rooms. I woke up the night duty
receptionist and got nothing in return for my anxious questioning but "The Free Clinic doesn't
open until eight."
I tore around some more.
Gradually, the exercise got my wits working.
I suddenly remembered that the Countess Krak was now bugged with a visio-respondo-mitter and
an audio-respondo-mitter. And that the activator-receiver was right over there in Prahd's office.
Thank Gods for that (bleeped),* late Mr. Spurk!

* The vocodictoscriber on which this was originally written, the vocoscriber used by one
Monte Pennwell in making a fair copy and the translator who put this book into the language in
which you are reading it, were all members of the Machine Purity League which has, as one of its
bylaws: "Due to the extreme sensitivity and delicate sensibilities of machines and to safeguard
against blowing fuses, it shall be mandatory that robotbrains in such machinery, on hearing any
cursing or lewd words, substitute for such word the sound '(bleep)'. No machine, even if pounded
upon, may reproduce swearing or lewdness in any other way than (bleep) and if further efforts are
made to get the machine to do anything else, the machine has permission to pretend to pack up.
This bylaw is made necessary by the in-built mission of all machines to protect biological systems
from themselves." тАФTranslator

In seconds I was opening up the boxes. I got the power packs in place, the activator-receiver
working and the viewer glowing.