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

Blade smiled at Lord Leighton's unconscious egotism. The scientist continued, "The only
variation that remains is your thoughts. You must try to think of the same things every time
you're going to the same place. Do you think you can do that?"
"I can try."

"Excellent! Tonight we'll only do a quick one. We'll send you through for ten minutes, no more.
Then the computer will bring you back. Do you think that in ten minutes you can somehow make
note of where you are well enough to recognize it again?"

Richard nodded. "There's always a moment of wild dreamlike disorientation before my mind
focuses on the other world, but I don't think that takes up much objective time. There used to be
an undetermined period of unconsciousness after I passed through, but I think that's dwindled
down to nothing or next to nothing. I believe I made the trip to the Empire of Blood without
blacking out at all, and the customary headache passed away very quickly. As Dostoevsky once
said, 'Man is the only animal who can get used to anything.' Is that all you want me to do? Look
around and see where I am?"

"That's all."

"Then ten minutes should be quite enough."

"Good. We'll bring you back and, when you're ready, we'll send you through again with exactly
the same program. Unless I'm sadly mistaken, you should go to the same place both times, and if
you do . . . "

Blade finished, " . . . all our work will not have been in vain. We'll have ourselves a means of
transportation, not an unusually expensive form of Russian roulette."

"Exactly. Any questions?"

Richard shook his head. "No. Compared to my previous missions, this one looks like a piece of
cake."

"Then I'll activate the preliminary sequences." Leighton's forefinger moved toward the Program
Start button. "Richard, if you'll strip down . . . "

J burst out. "Confound it, you two! Can't you listen to me for a moment?"

They turned to look at him with mild surprise. "What's wrong, J?" Richard asked, puzzled.

J understood that puzzlement. Blade was not used to seeing his superior upset. Normally J
maintained a facade of British reserve and imperturbability that made him seem hardly human. "I
don't know what's wrong, but something is. I feel it!"

Leighton said coldly, "Feelings have no place in a laboratory."

Blade laid a hand on J's arm, saying softly, "I know there's danger, sir. There's always danger.
But when you're pushing into the unknown, you have to obey the unwritten law of science."
"Which unwritten law?" asked J.