"Henry Kuttner - The Creature From Beyond Infinity UC" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kuttner Henry)

But Stephen needed money, and his youth was a handicap. No one would employ a child, he knew, except perhaps as a newsboy. Moreover, he had to outwit his parents, who would certainly search for their son.
Strangely there was nothing pathetic about Stephen's small figure as he trudged along the dark street. His iron singleness of purpose and his ruthless will gave him a certain incongruous dignity. He walked swiftly to the railroad station.
On the way he passed a speakeasy. -A man was lying in the


gutter before the door, an unshaved derelict, grizzled of- hair and with worn, dissolute features. He was mumbling drunkenly and striving helplessly to rise. -
Stephen paused to watch. Attracted by the silent gaze, the man looked up. As the two glances met, inflexible purpose grew in the boy's pale face.
"Wanna-drink," the derelict mumbled. "Cotta-they won't give old Sammy a drink. . . ."
Stephen's eyes again grew luminous. They seemed to bore into the watery eyes of the hobo, probing, commanding. -
"EhP" the drunkard asked blankly.
Sammy's voice died off uncertainly as he staggered erect. Stephen gripped his arm, and the two went down the street In a dark doorway they paused.
The foggy, half-wrecked brain of the tramp was no match for Stephen's hypnotic powers. Sammy listened as the boy talked.
"You're catching a freight out of town. You're taking me with you. Do you understand?"
"Ehr Sammy asked vaguely.
In a monotonous voice the boy repeated his commands. When the drunkard finally understood, the two headed for the railway station.
Stephen's plans were made. To all appearance, he was a mere child. He could not possibly have fulfilled his desires alone. The authorities would have returned him to his parents, or - he would have been sent to a school as - a public charge. What man could recognize in a young boy an already blossoming genius? Stephen's super-mentality was seriously handicapped by his immaturity. -
He needed a guardian, purely nominal, to satisfy the prejudices of the world. Through Sammy he could act. Sammy would be his tongue, his hands, his legal representative. Men would be willing to deal with Sammy, where they would have laughed at a child. But first the tramp would have to be metamorphosed into a "useful citizen."
That night they rode in a chilly boxcar, headed East. Hour after hour Stephen worked on the brain of his captive. Sammy must be his eyes, his hands, his provider.
Once Sammy had been a mechanic, he revealed under Stephen's relentless probing. The train rolled on through the darkness, the wheels beating a clicking threnody toward the East
It was not easy, for the habits of years had weakened


$ammy's body and mind. He was a convinced tramp, lazy and content to follow his wanderlust. But always Stephen drove him on, arguing, commanding, convincing. Hypnosis played a large part in the boy's ultimate success.
Sammy got a job, much against his will, and washed dishes in a cheap restaurant for a few weeks. He shaved daily and consistently drank less. Meanwhile Stephen waited, but he did not wait in idleness. He spent his days visiting automobile agencies and studying the machines. At night he crouched in a cheap tenement room, sketching and designing. Finally he spoke to Sammy.
"I want you to get another job. You will be a mechanic in an automobile factory." He watched Sammy's reaction.
"Aw, I can't, Steve," the man protested. "They wouldn't even look at me, Let's hit the road again, huh?"
"Show them these," Stephen ordered, extending a sheaf of closely written papers and drawings. "They'll give you a

At first the foreman told Sammy to get out, after a glance at his red-rimmed eyes and weak, worn face. But the papers were a magic password. The foreman pondered over them, bewilderedly scrutinized Sammy, and went off to confer with one of the managers.
"The man's good!" he blurted. "He -doesn't look it, but he's an expert mechanic, just the kind of man we need. Look at these improvements hip's worked out! This wiring change will save us thousands annually. And this gear ratio. It's new, but it might work. I think-"
"Send him in," the manager said hastily.
Thus Sammy got his job. Actually he wasn't much good, but every month or two he would show up with some new improvement, some unexpected invention, that got him raises instead of dismissal. Of course Stephen v~as responsible for all this. He had adopted Sammy.
- Stephen saw to it that they moved to a more convenient apartment, and now he went to schooL Needing surprisingly little sleep, he spent most of his time studying. There was so much to learn, and so little time! To acquire the knowledge he wanted, he needed more and more money to pay for tutoring and equipment. -
The years passed with a peaceful lack of haste. Sammy drank little now, and took a great deal of interest in his work. lInt he was still a tramp at heart, eternally longing for the


open road. Sometimes he would try to slip away, but Stephen was always too watchful. -
At last the boy was ready for the next step. It was then early in 1927. After months of arduous toil, he bad completed several inventions which he thought valuable. He had Sammy patent them, and then market them to the highest bidders. -
The result was more money than Stephen had expected. He made Sammy resign his job, and the two of them retired to a country house. He brought along several tutors, and had a compact, modern laboratory set up. When more money was required, the boy would potter around for a while. Inevitably he emerged with a new formula that increased the already large annual income.
Tutors changed as Stephen grew older and learned more. He attended college for a year, but found he could apply his mind better at home. He needed a larger headquarters, though. So they moved to Wisconsin and bought a huge old mansion, which he had renovated.
His quest for knowledge seemed endless, yet he did not neglect his health. He went for long walks and exercised mightily. When he grew to manhood, he was a magnificent specimen, strong, well formed and handsome. But always, save for a few occasional lapses, he was coldly unemotional.
Once he had detectives locate his parents, and anonymously arranged to provide a large annual income for them. But he would not see either his father or mother.
"They would mean emotional crises," he told Sammy. "There would be unnecessary. arguments. By this time they have forgotten me, anyway."
"Think so?" Sammy muttered, chewing on the stem of his ancient pipe. His nut-brown, wrinkled face looked rather puzzled under his stiff crop of white hair. "Well, I never did think you was human, Stevie."
He shook his head, put the pipe away, and pottered off in search of his rare drinks. Stephen returned to his work.
What was the purpose of these years of intensive study? He scarcely knew. His mind was a vessel to be filled with the clear, exhilarating liquor of knowledge. As Sammy's system craved alcohol, so Stephen's brain thirsted for wisdom. Study and experiment were to him a delight that approached actual ecstasy. As an athlete gets keen pleasure from the exercise of his well trained body, so Stephen exulted in the exercise of his mind.

Unimaginable eons before, in the teeming seas of a psi-
- meval world, life-forms had fed their blind hunger. That was appetite of the flesh.
Stephen's hunger was the appetite of the mind. But it also made him blind, in a different way. He was a godlike man, and he was-unhuman.