" Perry Rhodan 0050 - (42) Time's Lonely One" - читать интересную книгу автора (Perry Rhodan)

I made a mute gesture in his direction. I suffered the pangs of self-reproach. I had made too many
mistakes when I panicked and fled to save my life in the deep sea.

Now I was cut off from the surface. I consulted the central brain to obtain the results of its
measurements. If the continents were contaminated by radioactivity, the possibility that the ocean currents
also carried harmful particles could not be excluded.

"No danger in immediate vicinity," the positronic brain of the shelter sphere reported. "Ultra-range
sensors register strong source of radioactivity in the trench of the Azores. Magnitude fluctuates between
6.5 and 35.0 milliroentgen, depending on ocean currents."

I suppressed a groan. 35.0 milliroentgen were dangerousтАФand this 950 feet below sea level.

I tried to arrive at a relative determination of the radiation intensity on the mainland. If we had 35.0
milliroentgen down here, it must have been horrible up there.

Which radioactive isotopes did they unleash? According to my calculations the half-life of most isotopes
was so short that no appreciable radiation could be expected to last beyond 69 years.

I realized that I had to surface as quickly as possible after checking the entire equipment of the shelter.
Perhaps I would be in a position to help some survivors with food and medicine. I had a good stock of
supplies and I could have fed, clothed and trained at least a thousand people. It was conceivable that it
would be up to me to enable mankind to make a new start. The only question was how much the
pernicious radiation had affected the genes of the survivors. Maybe many ghastly mutations had
occurred.

Wracked by deep anxiety, I left the control room of the steel sphere. I had come to a definite
conclusion: I must ascend in order to find out about the fate of mankind.

The urge to help was uppermost in my mind. I thought of my friends and other people I had known. I
even remembered Job Malvers with affection no matter how often he had got under my skin. Now I
missed his raucous laughter.

I decided to play the old videotape once more.




2/ UNDERSEA CAPTIVE



The selection of my equipment was a simple matter. There was no need for offensive nor defensive
weapons in a denuded wasteland.

On the other hand I took every precaution against radioactive emissions and the reactor of my protective
suit was fully charged. I was sure to require plenty of energy.
 The cell oscillation activator, my most precious possession, was tuned again by the automatic positronic
precision instrument. Due to my extended bio-sleep the individual frequency of my cells had undergone a
little change.