"03 - Time Streams" - читать интересную книгу автора (McGough Scott)

expression darkened as he glanced up.

The probe continued, "Even now, I perceive that my

observation, though accurate, displeases Master Malzra,

amuses the students, and embarrasses you."

Barrin flushed slightly. "True enough." He turned to

Malzra. "I could run some magical tests, but even without

them, it's clear the intellectual and emotional components

of the implant are functioning."

"Only too well," responded Malzra ruefully, to the

delight of the watchers in the gallery. "Still, I would be

just as glad for further tests of these components to occur

outside of my company."

"In other words-?"

"Send out the probe. Let it interact with the students.

We can monitor its progress," Malzra instructed.

Barrin looked levelly at the probe. Wisdom and magic

danced in the man's brown eyes. "You heard what he said. Go

out. Explore. Meet some people. Make some friends. We will

recall you when we are ready for more experimentation."

The silver man acknowledged these instructions by moving

toward the door. As he shuffled past lathes and drill

presses, the probe marveled at the resentment he felt toward

his creator. Malzra had referred to him as an "it." Barrin

had referred to him as "you."

As if reading his mind, Barrin approached the silver man