"Michael Moorcock - The Black Corridor" - читать интересную книгу автора (Moorcock Michael)

'Ryan, Acting Commander.'

The entry will be filed in the ship's records and will also be auto-
matically broadcast back to Earth.

Now Ryan slides open a drawer and takes from it a large red
book. It is his personal log-book. He unclips a stylus from a pocket
in his coveralls, scratches his head and writes, slowly and carefully.
He puts down the date: December 24th, A.D. 2005. He takes
another stylus from his pocket and underlines this date in red. He
looks up at the blank screen and seems to make a decision.

He writes:

The silence of these infinite spaces frightens me.

He underlines the phrase in red

He writes:

I am lonely, I am controlling a desperate longing. Yet I know that
it is not my function to feel lonely. I almost wish for an emergency so
that I could wake at least one of them up.

Mr Ryan pulls himself together. He takes a deep breath and be
gins a more formal entry, the third of his eight-hourly reports.

When he has finished, he gets up, puts the red log-book away,
replaces his stylii neatly in his pocket, goes over to the main console
and makes a few fine adjustments to the instruments.

He leaves the main control cabin, enters a short companion way,
opens a door.

He is in his living quarters. It is a small compartment and very


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tidy. On one wall is a console with a screen that shows him the
interior of the main control cabin. Set in the opposite wall is a
double bunk.

He undresses, disposes of his coveralls, lies down and takes a
sedative. He sleeps. His breathing is heavy and regular at first.

*

He goes into the ballroom. It is dusk. There are long windows