"Larry Niven - Crashlander (2)" - читать интересную книгу автора (Niven Larry)

"If I am wrong, you may take a lie-detector test and prove it. Then you may punch me in the
nose, and I will apologize handsomely."

I shook my head. He stood up, bowed, and left me sitting there cold sober.

***

Four films had been taken from the Laskins' cameras. In the time left to me I ran through them
several times without seeing anything out of the way. If the ship had run through a gas cloud, the
impact could have killed the Laskins. At perihelion they were moving at better than half the speed
of light. But there would have been friction, and I saw no sign of heating in the films. If
something alive had attacked them, the beast was invisible to radar and to an enormous range of
light frequencies. If the attitude jets had fired accidentally -- I was clutching at straws -- the
light showed on none of the films.

There would be savage magnetic forces near BVS-1, but that couldn't have done any damage. No
such force could penetrate a General Products hull. Neither could heat, except in special bands of
radiated light, bands visible to at least one of the puppeteers' alien customers. I hold adverse
opinions on the General Products hull, but they all concern the dull anonymity of the design. Or
maybe I resent the fact that General Products holds a near monopoly on spacecraft hulls and isn't
owned by human beings. But if I'd had to trust my life to, say, the Sinclair yacht I'd seen in the
drugstore, I'd have chosen jail.

Jail was one of my three choices. But I'd be there for life. Ausfaller would see to that.

Or I could run for it in the Skydiver But no world within reach would have me. If I could find
an undiscovered Earthlike world within a week of We Made It ...

Fat chance. I preferred BVS-1.

***

I thought that flashing circle of light was getting bigger, but it flashed so seldom, I couldn't
be sure. BVS-1 wouldn't show even in my telescope. I gave that up and settled for just waiting.

Waiting, I remembered a long-ago summer spent on Jinx. There were days when, unable to go
outside because a dearth of clouds had spread the land with raw blue-white sunlight, we amused
ourselves by filling party balloons with tap water and dropping them on the sidewalk from three
stories up. They made lovely splash patterns, which dried out too fast. So we put a little ink in
each balloon before filling it. Then the patterns stayed.

Sonya Laskin had been in her chair when the chairs had collapsed. Blood samples showed that it
was Peter who had struck them from behind, like a water balloon dropped from a great height.

What could get through a General Products hull?

Ten hours to fall.

I unfastened the safety net and went for an inspection tour. The access tunnel was three feet
wide, just right to push through in free-fall. Below me was the length of the fusion tube; to the