"Jeffrey Lord - Blade 30 - Dimension Of Horror" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lord Jeffery)

"The law that says, 'If you can do it, you must do it,'" said Blade. He turned away from J and
headed for the changing room. This time J made no attempt to stop him. Richard had missed the
sarcasm behind J's remark. Leighton pressed the button. A green-glowing digital clock lit up and
began the countdown.

Stiffly J asked Lord Leighton, "What generation computer is this now?" J did not really want to
know. "Tenth? Eleventh?"

"A new series," said Leighton.

"Really?"

"I call it the KALI Mark L"

"Kali? Why do you call it that?"

"That's what the initials of its scientific name spell out. Kinematic Analog Leighton Integrator."

"Kali is the name of a Hindu goddess."

"You don't say! What sort of goddess?"

"A goddess of destruction!" said J grimly.

"Coincidence, old boy. Pure coincidence. Doesn't mean a thing."

Richard Blade emerged from the changing room, naked. In times past he'd worn a loin cloth into
the machine, but the cloth had always remained after he'd departed. Even the coat of black grease
smeared all over his body to prevent electrical burns was no longer needed.

With a glance at the rapidly changing countdown clock, Leighton said sharply, "Quick, Richard.
In you go. We don't want to have to abort the mission, do we?"

Richard stepped into the upright case and stood in the gleaming copper-colored many-segmented
interior, saying, "Like this?"

Leighton's finger hovered over the Program Stop button, but he said cheerily, "That's it. Now lean
back slightly. Perfect!"

The three men waited.

The clock flickered. It was into the low numbers now. Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. On the count of
six, without warning, the heavy curved door of the case swung shut with a thump. Five. Four. J
became aware of a low hum. Three. Two. One. Zero.
There was no sound to mark Richard's departure, but J was almost blinded by that mysterious
golden blaze of light he'd seen so many times before, a light that seemed not to come from the
case, but from everywhere and nowhere, as if a giant rip had opened in the very fabric of space,
letting some unknown sun shine for an instant into the underground room.