"Keith Laumer - Hybrid" - читать интересную книгу автора (Laumer Keith)

"Why do we want to wear ourselves out?" Malpry said.
"We need the exercise. It'll be four months before we get another
chance."
"What are we, tourists, we got to see the sights?" Malpry stopped,
leaned against a boulder, panting. He stared upward at the crater and
the pattern of uptilted roots and beyond at the forest-like spread of
the branches of the fallen tree.
"Makes our sequoias look like dandelions," Gault said. "It must have
been the storm, the one we dodged coming in."
"So what?" "A thing that big--it kind of does something to you."
"Any money in it?" Malpry sneered.
Gault looked at him sourly. "Yeah, you got a point there. Let's go."
"I don't like leaving the Creep back there with the ship."
Gault looked at Malpry. "Why don't you lay off the kidl"
"I don't like loonies."
"Don't kid me, Malpry. Pantelle is highly intelligent--in his own way.
Maybe that's what you can't forgive."
"He gives me the creeps." "He's a nice-looking kid; he means well--"
"Yeah," Malpry said. "Maybe he means well--but it's not enough.. ."
From the delirium of concussion, consciousness returned slowly to the
tree. Random signals penetrated the background clatter of shadowy
impulses from maimed senses--
"Air pressure zero; falling... air pressure 112, rising ... air
pressure negative ...
"Major tremor radiating from--Major tremor radiating from--
"Temperature 171 degrees, temperature --40 degrees, temperature 26
degrees...
"Intense radiation in the blue only ... red only ... ultra violet ...
"Relative humidity infinite... wind from north-northeast, velocity
ifinite ... wind rising vertically, velocity infinite ... wind from
east, west ..."
Decisively, the tree blanked off the yammering nerve-trunks, narrowing
its attention to the immediate statusconcept. A brief assessment
suffiiced to reveal the extent of its ruin.
There was no reason, it saw, to seek extended personal survival.
However, certain immediate measures were necessary to gain time for
emergency spore-propagation. At once, the tree-mind triggered the
survival syndrome. Capillaries spasmed, forcing vital juices to the
brain. Synaptic helices dilated, heightening neural conductivity.
Cautiously, awareness was extended to the system of major fibres, then
to individual filaments and interweaving capillaries.
Here was the turbulence of air molecules colliding with ruptured
tissues, the wave pattern of light impinging on exposed surfaces.
Microscopic filaments contracted, cutting off fluid loss through the
wounds.
Now the tree-mind fine-tuned its concentration, scanning the infinitely
patterned cell matrix. Here, amid confusion, there was order in the
incessant restless movement of particles, the how of fifluids, the
convoluted intricacy of the alphaspiral. Delicately, the tree-mind