"Metzger-PlanetOfDolphins" - читать интересную книгу автора (Metzger Robert)

But this was no Bottlenose like Larry, Moe or Curly.

This one was different.

Its front flippers were no longer flippers. This dolphin had little stumpy arms
and long tapered fingers that fluttered in the water. It shrieked, its wail
penetrating through the Plexiglas tank.

Herman lowered the pistol, aiming it right at the mutant Bottlenose's overly
large head. He squeezed the trigger.

"Violence is no answer!"

Herman felt his arm being jerked up, and saw just out of the corner of his
vision Dr. Cutler pushing at his arm.

Bang!

The upper right corner of the Plexiglas tank shattered, a spiderweb pattern
streaking across it. But it didn't break. Hands grabbed him, wrapped around the
pistol and then threw him down to the ground.

"No!" screamed Herman. He knew all those white-coated psycho-scientists didn't
understand what they'd created, what was really in that tank. He was flipped
over on his back and heavy boots stood on his outstretched arms and legs.

Ishmael materialized over him.

His face dissolved, a rubbery snout protruding from it, his big eyes floating to
the side of his now obviously Bottlenose head. "The final bifurcation," said
Ishmael. "You were the Creator, the Savior, the one responsible for bringing us
back to the sea."

"Son of a bitch!" screamed Herman, not quite sure what he'd done, but knowing
that his actions had not erased a future controlled by the cetaceans at all, but
had somehow created it.

Then there was suddenly a blaze of lights.

There were shouts and screams for security.

Herman's hands and legs were let go of.

He sat up and looked back through the open doorway and up the metal stairwell.
It was full of reporters and Vid techs, those that had been here for the opening
day of the Three Stooges Go to College show. Their cameras pointed first at the
mutant dolphin, and then down to him.

He understood now.