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

Everything.

"What are you feeling?" screamed Dr. Cutler.

Herman said nothing. He turned and stared into the dolphin tank. The thing was
staring at him, smiling with that stupid dolphin smile. It waved a hand at him.
"You win," Herman whispered.

Herman stared at the Vid monitor. He couldn't hear it but he didn't have to. He
stood on the sidewalk along with a few dozen others, staring through the window
at an array of Vids, all tuned to the same channel.

This was Release day.

There had been almost twenty of the genetically tweaked dolphins at Aqualand,
the whole thing some CIA-funded experiment to create dolphin saboteurs that
could be used to plant explosives on the hulls of Chinese subs. It had been
headlines for weeks. The United Mammal Front and the Animal Firsters had put all
their muscle, money, and bought-and-paid-for senators into stopping the project
and freeing the poor, pathetic, tortured dolphins.

Freeing the Dolphins.

"They used us," said Herman.

Dr. Cutler shook his head and tugged on his imaginary goatee. "We all need to be
needed," he said.

Herman grabbed him by the elbow and tugged him away from the window. He didn't
want to see the dolphins released, didn't want to think about them free in the
ocean to multiply, to outsmart the untweaked dolphins, to eventually take over
the seas, develop their own dolphin science, to eradicate man and then send
Ishmael back in time to use him and make certain that the original dolphins
would be released into the ocean.

It was over.

And he'd lost.

"Come on, Dr. Cutler," he said, dragging the doctor down the street. Dr. Cutler
was fried, never having recovered from the ordeal. Looking after Dr. Cutler was
an act of penance for the sin he'd committed against mankind. At least that was
what he tried to convince himself of.

He turned the doctor down the first ally they came to. Herman knew a shortcut.
He was in desperate need of doughnuts and coffee. They slowly maneuvered around
piles of rotted cabbage and rusted dumpsters.

Pssst.