"William Morrison - The Haters" - читать интересную книгу автора (Morrison William)

He called his men together and they stood there silent. There they were, the surly ones, the, crazy
ones, all those who had felt persecuted, and hated their own kind.
"Men," he said, "you've been taking it too easy. Remember, the sooner we do what these lizards
want, the sooner we go back to our own System." A lie, of course. They would never go back. "I want
you to stop loafing and get a move on."
"And turn the System over to these lizards? I'll see them in hell first. And you with them, Captain, you
with them. BoysтАФ"
"All right, boys," said Grayson genially. "Back to work. And remember, speed it up now."
And now the layers of metal bars filled a small chamber in the ship, and the precious hoard he had
been so helpfully collecting was almost complete. Three heaps with a space in the center they were now,
three heaps, each below the critical stage, but already warm with the neutrons streaming through their
slowly disintegrating atoms. He held the last bar of U235 in his hand, and he knew that he bad only to
place it in the spot reserved for it to make the mass exceed the critical size, to turn it into a nuclear bomb,
to make it explode suddenly in an atomic blast whose fierceness would vaporize ship and slaves and
masters with a roar never before heard or imagined on this planet.
His face wore almost the same happy smile that had once amused him on Kerman's face. "We'll
show them," he said cheerfully. "We'll show them."
But it was a smile without hatred. He put the bar into place, and everything was gone at once. Where
there had been a ship and hatred there was now only a vast hollow in the molten ground.