"Sean McMullen - The Blondefire Genome" - читать интересную книгу автора (McMullen Sean)

"That's right. They're nice people."
Two years of work! a horrified voice screamed inside Megan. The greatest achievement of your life,
she has no right to share it, this project is yours, all yours! Megan took out her letter to NASA.
"Get on to your NASA contacts, send them this proposal for a space shuttle project. It's to fly seeds
from my plants grown in 3G for two years. Tell them you want to see how they grow when weightless.
They'll buy it for sure."
"Take your work? I couldn't-- "
"Yes you could. You can handle publicity, I can't."
"I'd rather just be friends with you, I don't want to rob your work."
"No Jackie-- look, you recruited a team tonight to fight zitgrass. Team up with me as well. Both of our
names will go into space with those seeds. I'm not just trying to make up for killing Blondefire, I really
need you."
"But I haven't even seen your laboratory and I've got another media interview tomorrow."
"Well come back to my place now."
"What about the Quantum video?"
"Bring it with you."
***


Alex was asleep in front of a replay of Terminator 2 when Megan got home. She dropped his helmet
beside him.
"Wake up Lex, I've made a great scientific discovery."
"So Zitgrass is a Martian plot?" he yawned.
Close, thought Megan. "No, I've learned that science only works as a team effort."
"Whoopee-do."
"I'm forming a team to get my 3G seeds into space. Interested?"
"What's in it for me?"
"Jackie Cassall is my other recruit. She's outside, chaining up her bike-- "
Alex gasped and sprang up, knocking his chair over as he scrambled out to the bathroom and turned
on the shower. Megan smirked as she straightened the chair. Jackie came in, holding the Quantum video
cassette.
"The greenhouse and centrifuge are through this door," said Megan, taking out a key. "The rest is
upstairs."
"What about this?" asked Jackie, holding up the cassette.
Megan shrugged. Somehow her first television appearance had become something unimportant in the
distant past. "It can wait," she said as she unlocked the door. "Let's look at the real thing first."
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