"Keith Laumer - Hybrid" - читать интересную книгу автора (Laumer Keith)serve as a carrier ...
The surface of the organism heaved, a limb twitched. Apparently it was on the verge of reviving. Soon it would scurry away and be seen no more. It could be wise to make a quick examination; if the creature should prove suitable as a host. ... Quickly the tree elaborated a complex of tiny filaments, touched the still figure tentatively, then penetrated the surprisingly soft surface layer, seeking out nerve fibres. A trickle of impressions flowed in, indecipherable. The tree put forth a major sensory tendril, divided and subdivided it into fibres only a few atoms in diameter, fanned them out through the unconscious man, tracing the spinal column, entering the brain-- Here was a wonder of complexity, an unbelievable profusion of connections. This was a center capable of the highest intellectual functions--unheard of in a host creature. Curiously, the tree-mind probed deeper, attuning itself, scanning through a kaleidoscope of impressions, buried memories, gaudy symbolisms. Never had the Yanda-mind encountered the hyperintellectual processes of emotion. It pressed on, deeper into the phantasmagoria of dreams-- Color, laughter, and clash-of-arms. Banners rippling in the sun; chords of a remote music, and night-blooming ffowers. Abstractions of incredible beauty mingled with vivid conceptualizations of glory. Fascinated, the tree-mind explored Pantelle's secret romantic dreams of fulfillment-- And abruptly, encountered the alien mind. other. _You are dying,_ the alien mind spoke. _Yes. And you are trapped in a sickly host-creature. Why did you not select a stronger host?_ _I ... originated here. I ... we ... are one. Why do you not strengthen this host?_ _How?_ The Yanda mind paused. _You occupy only a corner of the brain. You do not use your powers?_ _I am a segment...._ The alien mind paused, confused. _I am conceptualized by the monitor-mind as the subconscious._ _What is the monitor-mind?_ _It is the totality of the personality. It is abole the conscious, directing...._ _This is a brain of great power, yet great masses of cells are unused. Why are major trunks aborted as they are?_ _I do not know._ There was no more information from the alien brain which indeed, housed multiple minds. The Yanda mind broke contact, tuned. There was a blast of mind-force, overwhelming. The Yanda mind reeled, groped for orientation. YOU ARE NOT ONE OF MY MINDS. _You are the monitor-mind?_ gasped the Yanda. |
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