"Larry Niven - Wait It Out" - читать интересную книгу автора (Niven Larry)

flash by in what feels like fifteen minutes. At that rate I can wait it out.



I stand as a statue and a viewpoint. No wonder I can't get emotional about anything. Water is a rock
here, and my glands are contoured ice within me. But I feel sensations: the pull of gravity, the pain in
my ears, the tug of vacuum over every square inch of my body. The vacuum will not boil my blood.
But the tensions are frozen into the ice of me, and my nerves tell me so. I feel the wind whistling from
my lips, like an exhalation of cigarette smoke.
This is what comes of not wanting to die. What a joke if I got my wish!
Do you suppose they'll find me? Pluto's small for a planet. For a place to get lost in, a small planet is all
too large. But there's the ship.
Though it seems to be covered with frost. Vaporized gases recondensed on the hull. Gray-white on
gray-white, a lump on a dish of refrozen ice. I could stand here forever waiting for them to pick my ship
from its surroundings.
Stop that.
Sunlight-
Stars rolling up the sky. The same patterns, endlessly rolling up from the same points. Does Jerome's
corpse live the same half-life I live now? He should have stripped, as I did. My God! I wish I'd thought
to wipe the ice from his eyes!
I wish that superfluid blob would come back.
Damn. It's cold.