" Perry Rhodan 0080 - (72) Caves of the Druufs" - читать интересную книгу автора (Perry Rhodan)

The organ was an antigrav generator. Pressing the lever resulted in a five or six-fold intensification of the
artificial gravity field within the subterranean room.

That was disappointing, fulfilling none of the expectations Perry Rhodan had held. However, his
expectations were of lesser significance at that moment. Most important of all was to return the lever to
its previous position.

He knew that he could not manage to prop himself up with his arms. The weight imparted to him by the
artificial gravity field was too great, so he rolled over on his side, leaned on his right shoulder and tried to
raise his left arm. Finally he managed. The next problem was that this time he had to shove the lever
upward, which was considerably more difficult than the reverse had been. But he managed this as well.

When his work was completed Perry Rhodan remained prone for awhile. He needed time to properly
catch his breath and to banish the feeling of numbness from his body. Then he cautiously rose to his feet.

The picture that presented itself was provokingly comical. The bow-legged armchairs had been unable
to withstand the greatly increased weight of their occupants and had collapsed. Atlan and Fellmer Lloyd
were stretched out unconscious between the shattered pieces. Reginald Bell had been less affected by
the gravity shock. He was holding tight to two pieces of plastic wood, the only parts of his armchair still
erect, and staring at the organ in equal amazement and fury.

"Is that all?" he sullenly inquired. Perry Rhodan shrugged. "Seems like it," he replied. Reginald Bell stood
up. The two remaining parts of his chair clattered to the ground.

"Then we could have saved ourselves the trouble," he grumbled peevishly. "For one entire day we fooled
around with that thing and it does nothing more after all than regulate an artificial gravity field." He gave
the smallest of the organ pipes a contemptuous kick.

"Well, nowтАж you call that nothing?" asked Perry Rhodan. Reginald Bell and Perry Rhodan knew each
other well enough to tell by the partnerтАЩs tone of voice whether he had a new idea or not.

Bell looked baffled. "Right offhand I still donтАЩt see anything," he carefully answered, "but perhaps you
would give me a hint?"

Rhodan smiled.

At that moment Atlan, who had regained consciousness, arose from the shambles of his chair. He
seemed to have heard the last sentences of the conversation. "Temporally variable gravitation fields," he
casually said as if nothing had happened. "dG after dt, the product of the gravitation emitter,
simultaneously proportional to the gravity mechanical inductionтАж doesnтАЩt that mean anything to you?"

Reginald Bell widened his eyes and gazed fixedly at the furthermost comer of the room.

"It does indeed," he finally replied. "But I am afraid that the Druufs will not look kindly upon it, if we
turned their antigrav into a teletype!"

Perry Rhodan placed his hand on BellтАЩs shoulder. "The question is," he said, "will they notice it at all?"
 Ten days earlier, on October 23, 2043 Earth-time, the catastrophe had its inception. The Arkonides had
discovered the support base, Grautier, and attacked it immediately. The Terranian Fleet was at that time
stationed far away in space, poised for an attack on Arkon. Perry Rhodan, Atlan, Reginald Bell and