"Barry N. Malzberg - Major League Triceratops" - читать интересную книгу автора (Malzberg Barry N)

YouтАЩre too serious for me, Muffy said. YouтАЩre too much of a speculator. I donтАЩt have that kind of stuff
going on in my head. To me itтАЩs all green thoughts, everywhere. Whatever you say, then.

Robles walked to the pallet, looked down at her, then knelt, touched her elbow gently, felt the yielding of
the flesh, watched as her mouth opened slightly for entrance or reproof, it hardly mattered, with Muffy
Carter they mingled, they were all the same. Everything mingled and intermixed deep in the sweet probe.
Murder coming, yes, anachronism aplenty in the deep Cretaceous, but it was all the same to her and
everything would come out even in those dark, sweet depths. No copulation, nothing like that in the
sendback, the Administrators had said, but Muffy paid as much attention to that as any guide, which was
none at all. With good contraception and a tight, banging constraint, what was the difference? she had
asked. A pregnancy would be silly, bad luck for all of them, but really, who was to know? What was the
difference? There would be no pregnancy and everything happening here then, even the kill, would be an
abstraction. The death of the dinosaurs was as diminished as the pregnancy which would not occur: they
became in that cosmic accident fungi, heaps of bone trapped in that fungus, then ash, then fossils, trapped
in the clumsy and insistent onrush of time. Inthe new millennium, only a few bones and suggestions then to
mark their passage. Come on, she said, get right aboard. Ride me like a hobby horse, ride me like
before. Come, come.

Robles felt himself rolling toward her, then yanked himself away. No, he said, not now. It wouldnтАЩt work
out, it wouldnтАЩt be right.

Then go away, she said. She stared at him. I mean it. Just go. DonтАЩthover .

Yes, he said, youтАЩre right. He tried to stand, felt his knees lock, sank into the dirt, vertigo pulling at him
then. You never get used to it, he said. Do you? I canтАЩt take it. But itтАЩs never been like this before.

DonтАЩt get sentimental on me, Muffy said. IтАЩm just a guide.

Maybe you never get used to it, he said. ItтАЩs all the cartage outside. Hundreds of thousands of tons. How
do you get used to it?

Maybe you should pass me my clothes, let me pull myself together then.

You can be blas├й, Robles said. ThatтАЩs because you donтАЩt have to think about it. You just point and give
figures. But IтАЩm supposed to be able to giveinterpretation . ItтАЩs the intellectual part of me.

YouтАЩre a deep fellow, she said. YouтАЩre beyond me. If fate and circumstance hadnтАЩt thrown us together,
who knows how we might have been? Is it too late for us now? Will we survive? Time will tell, two
hundred million years of it.

IтАЩm afraid of Dix, Robles said. Can you understand that? I donтАЩt like him. I donтАЩt know what he wants.

He wants to shootTriceratops, dummy. ThatтАЩs why heтАЩs here.

NotTriceratops, Robles said. ThatтАЩs just a symbol, whatever you call it. He wants something else. I
donтАЩt know where your clothes are. YouтАЩre going to have to get them yourself.

YouтАЩre the one who threw them somewhere.