"Perry Rhodan 031 - Robot Threat- New York in Atlan" - читать интересную книгу автора (Perry Rhodan)

"Because the robots are rebelling. Now come on, out into the thick of it."
Just as Kakuta gave the command to go, he grabbed the twin-head and held him back. It was a reflex action.
All at once the house began to quake in all its joints. The walls seemed to come alive. A crack the width of a finger crunched as it formed in the ceiling, wandering down to the floor within seconds. The plaster was crumbling and raining down on their heads.
They stood in the entry to the house, petrified.
Kakuta counted aloud to 5, then it seemed to have passed. The building was still standing. Outside on the street, however, all hell had broken loose. Fragments that must have broken off the roof and the upper storeys fell into the milling crowds, killing men, women and children. The wave of fleeing people pushed them over.
Goratschin wanted to run to their aid. "Stay here!" Kakuta yelled. "That's what the orderlies are for. If we don't concentrate on our own task now, all citizens of the New Power are doomed and not just those few over there. Is there a back exit to this building?"
"Yes. It leads to a private street for residents."
"Let's go, Goratschin! Maybe it is less crowded." Kakuta's hunch was more correct than he had wished. The street had been completely swept clean.
They left the building. At that instant the door of the house opposite theirs opened and a robot stepped out. Kakuta whipped out his hand raygun and fired, simultaneously returning to the protection of the building by reflex teleportation.
Goratschin reacted less swiftly. His view had been blocked but as he realized the menace and the flight of his ally, he felt panicky.
For seconds he stood rooted to the street, without any shelter. He was awaiting the death thrust. Fractions of time units. He was still alive.
Then Goratschin's will power concentrated on the robot, which had probably only hesitated because it was baffled by the person with two heads. That hesitation was its undoing. The mutant Goratschin needed only to think and the calcium content of the robot went into a destructive chain reaction.

* * * *

"I don't understand what is taking Tako so long," Rhodan said. "He must be aware of what is happening in block J-D 3."
"Being a teleporter, it is really easy for him to escape any blockade," Manoli pointed out, unable to understand how the chief could disregard that fact.
"Sure he can! But he won't get Goratschin through."
"So Goratschin was your secret!" Reginald Bell groaned. "Why didn't we get the idea of using him earlier than this? This is so obvious. Maybe our reactions aren't functioning right any more? Eric..."
"Are you asking me as a doctor?"
Perry Rhodan interrupted the debate with a wave of the hand. "If you are seeking a psychological explanation, Reggie, there is only one. We are unconsciously relying too exclusively on the strategic direction of the positronicon. This complicated alert was programmed earlier. There is no place for Goratschin because the computer did not reckon with him. Our alert program is exactly one year old. Goratschin only joined us last September."
The robot army had almost encircled block J-D 3. Rhodan ended his explanations. They all knew that it was much more important to take action now and the developments of the following minute made this necessity even clearer.
Col. Friedrichs was sending armed helicopters into block J-D 3. Bell immediately issued counter orders.
"Have you gone mad, Colonel? You're shooting right into the midst of civilians!"
"The fronts have intermingled, sir. We can't get at the robots at all if we are to spare the lives of our people at any cost."
"Kindly leave those decisions to me! Instruct your men to get closer to the enemy. Pick off the robots individually! But don't exterminate the intelligence of the New Power!"
Everyone knew that Bell's decision turned the helicopter raid into a suicide mission. The robots had already shot down three machines and the sensitive antigrav weapon was of less and less use. Everywhere the fronts were entangled in close combat. Whoever neutralized gravity there would whirl in the air himself, which would have caused the ultimate chaos.
"Bell to Col. Friedrichs! Concentrate all available air forces on block J-D 3 for the duration of one assault wave. It is imperative that that section of the city be taken by us."
For three minutes there was silence before the viewcom screen. Bell's order resulted in an immediate shift in the course of the battle.
The concentrated attack on block J-D 3 had transformed that section into a hell. Due to the strict use of precision fire, it became apparent that the losses on the side of the machine-people predominated. The fleeing men got a breather and could make some headway.
The spearhead of the rebelling robots was losing power and speed. The cyberneticreatures seemed to be impressed by this tactic and for a moment it seemed they were confused about what to do next.
Bell commented triumphantly: "Those fellows are bewildered! Friedrichs! Pull back the reinforcements immediately and concentrate on block H-G 7. Same manoeuvre there!"
"If you have any objections to my intuitive decisions, Perry, speak up before it is too late," Bell addressed his friend. "I still don't know what has happened to Kakuta and Goratschin and just how you want to use them."
"Just keep it up, Reggie! The constant change of counterattack tactics is the only way to disconcert the robots, to the extent that is at all possible."
There was no mention made of their losses, although Friedrichs had again forfeited four helicopters.
At last Kakuta reported in on hand telecom.
"I got Goratschin out of bed, Mr. Rhodan. We're still stuck in his house. The relief attack was worth its weight in gold. Could you direct the nearest heavy tank over here? Ivan is good at attack but he has very little means of defence against assault from behind."
"OK. Stay in the house. We'll send you a tank with strong protective screening."
"Thank you, sir!"
Capt. Klein acted immediately without waiting for specific instructions. Two 70-ton tanks were standing by in block J-D 9. Klein dispatched them to Goratschin's apartment.
"One of them will have to make it. Insure coverage!"
"At your command, Captain!" the lieutenant replied curtly, breaking off the connection.
The attack on block H-G 7 was less effective, perhaps because the robots had adjusted to Bell's plan. "We'll have to think of something new."
It was a depressing prospect. Their concentration of forces at two points had its disadvantage too. The robots had been able to advance six assault arms towards Norway within minutes.
"Those metal devils are taking advantage of every opportunity," Bell mumbled. "They should actually figure that the place we most heavily defend is their most important target. Is that intelligence?"
"In my opinion, if we want to discover their plans," Dr. Manoli interjected, "we have to find out how they communicate."
"What nonsense! We know that exactly. But who is in command of them?"
"That's what I meant."
"I have them now. Would you keep quiet a moment?"
Everyone turned to look at Tanaka Seiko, who had previously hardly spoken a word.