"Larry Niven & Steve Barnes - The California Voodoo Game" - читать интересную книгу автора (Niven Larry)

Weight: 140 pounds
Body fat: 14%
Pulse: 54

Alex brushed her throat with his lips, and the pulse corrected to 67.

Temperature: 98.8

"I've always been a tick warm," she said.

"I'd noticed."

"Do you mind?"

"Please, Miz Fox, don't throw me in that briar patch..." He shut down the
scan. "We'll be able to do a full medical on anyone in MIMIC, and they'd
never know it. Impressed?"

"Be more impressed if you promised to stay off duty for the next four days.
You've got the leave." She nibbled on his ear, wrapping her arms around his
neck. "Things got interesting last night. At least I thought so."

"Want to see a playback?"

"Alex!"

"Joke! ScanNet doesn't peep into executive bedrooms."

She pushed herself away from him a little. "It wasn't a joke to me, Alex.
Maybe it was a mistake to get involved on the job." Her mouth curved in a
calculated pout. "I'm not sure you're a free man."

"So I'm married to the jobтАФ"

"These are the Fabulous Fifties." Her eyes were challenging. "Cheat a
little."

"Just wait till the Voodoo Game is over, and we get Barsoom on line. " He
snaked his arms around her and pulled her in close. She smelled of
strawberries and lime and healthy female animal. He kissed her throat. "I
promise I'll make
it up to you."

"Uh-huh. When Barsoom is on line, you'll be back in la-la land, and I'll be
up to my ears." She intertwined fingers with him and leaned over, soft and
warm and supple as they kissed. Then she pushed herself away, suddenly
one hundred
percent professional. "I've seen your dossier, Alex. I know people who knew
you in Intelligence. You're wasting yourself at Dream Park. The terraforming
of Mars will bring out the very best and worst of humanity. Worst is your