" Perry Rhodan 0043 - (35) Beware the Microbots" - читать интересную книгу автора (Perry Rhodan)

The vital structure-compensator has been installed in the Spaceship Titan. Once more its
massive bulk contains the most sophisticated destructive weaponry in interplanetary space.



But the toxin-ridden Nonues have wreaked havoc among the crew. And their deadly Ionized
Argon has been artificially produced. So Perry Rhodan must return to Honur, and search the
treacherous valleys and desolate plains from whence it came. And Honur also harbours the
dreaded MicrobotsтАж




This is the stirring story ofтАУ




BEWARE THE MICROBOTS


1/ TOXIN OF TERROR



"A TERRIBLE SITUATION! WeтАЩre caught in a terrible situation!" Perry Rhodan said suddenly.

Julian Tifflor, Lieutenant in the Terrestrial Spacefleet, had been studying the panoramic observation
screens which encircled the walls of the Command Centre of the great spaceship. There, amidst the
glistening multitude of stars in the globular cluster M-13, he had seen faint reflections from the
torpedo-shaped hull of theGanymede as it waited motionlessly a few miles away from the Titan. Now his
attention swung to his leader.

"WeтАЩve taken a new crew of 800 aboard," continued Rhodan, "and a structure-compensator which has
to be installed. This brings us up to our full complement of 1500тАФwhich would make us the most
powerful of battleships anywhere if 700 werenтАЩt all sick. ThereтАЩs an unknown enemy out there who
wants to cut our throats. Unless we can find out who or what he is and where we can comer our invisible
assailant, we canтАЩt do anything more than shoot down the robot ships sent to attack us."

Rhodan lifted his head and looked squarely into TifflorтАЩs eyes. "Tiff, as man to man: what would you do
in my place?"

The youthful officer was so surprised that his face fell into the classic expression of amazement: chin
nudging his AdamтАЩs apple, mouth agape like an asthmatic during a smog alert. RhodanтАФthe almighty
RhodanтАФasking his youngest lieutenant for advise!
 TifflorтАЩs quick mind realized at once that this was not the time to thank his superior for the confidence
exhibited in him. Nor was any other polite gesture expectedтАФRhodan simply wanted a plain answer.

"Our troubles began on Honur," Tifflor recapped the recent events after a short pause for reflection.
"Honur, second planet of the sun Thatrel, 47 light-years from Arkon. Inhabitants Arkonide settlers from