"Michael P. Kube - McDowell - Black Fleet 2 - Shield of Lies" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kube-McDowell Michael P)

There might be something in there we can use to figure out what
happened. Does anyone see my right glove?"

Lobot was clinging with one hand to the equipment sled. "I think your
glove blew out the airlock in the decompression."

"Just perfect." Lando looked at his purpled hand, then at the inflated
wrist cuff that was keeping his suit sealed. "What's the pressure in
here now?"

"Six hundred forty millibars," said Lobot. "Repressurization began
after the entry sealed."

"Repressurization? That's interesting. From where?" Lando craned his
head and looked at the seamless, featureless bulkheads. "Artoo, see if
you can find the vents."

The droid acknowledged the order with a beep and rose to begin cruising
along the bulkheads at close range.

"All right--here's the way it looks to me," said Lando. "We're no
longer invited guests and welcome visitors.

She shook off Lady Luck and tried to spit us out.

Probably would have succeeded if she hadn't been trying to run away
from the task force at the same time."

"Which raises a question," said Lobot. "Why didn't she know?"

"I'm listening."

"It appears to be a misjudgment. Two defense routines were activated
without consideration of their combined effect. The repressurization
of this compartment appears to be another inconsistency."

"Do you have an explanation?"
"These events suggest to me that the ship is either under the control
of systems with limited intelligence, or under the control of beings
with limited intelligence."

When he saw Lando's expression, Lobot added, "At this point, it's not
possible to distinguish between those possibilities."

"Maybe if we figure that out, we'll know something that can help us get
on top here," said Lando. "I'm sure of this much--that lock closed
because of the jump, not as any favor to us. We're not wanted here.

And if we're not clear of this compartment by the time the vagabond
leaves hyperspace, I don't think too much of our chances."