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

Goratschin's naivetщ was somewhat too extreme. He immediately became careless. If Rhodan was winning, he, his most uncanny mutant, wanted to have participated.
Without any further hesitation he stood up. Fully erect, he was twice as high as the wall. His head and upper body were exposed and the robots were at most 20 meters away.
Perceiving and reacting were one and the same in Ivan. His only advantage lay in surprise and he knew that.
Before getting up be had prepared his thought concentration. In that process the two brains complemented each other like relays, which was the reason for the partial success of his attack.
More than 10 of the machine warriors gave up their 'lives' before they realized the danger. Those in the second and third echelons meanwhile had time to react. They saw the two-headed mutant and did not stop to wonder about his inhuman figure. Ivan's attack was a clear indication of the menace be posed and that was the sole gauge of the robots.
They took aim with their stereoscopic eyes, which were also sighting mechanisms The release of impulse rays worked automatically.
At that moment something swept Ivan Goratschin off his feet. He toppled over, landing in the grass behind the wall. His two pairs of eyes stared in amazement at the face of Tako Kakuta, who was also crouched behind the wall.
"Come on! Follow me, you nitwit! But stay on the ground, just creeping on your knees and elbows."
It was an unusual way for a teleporter to remove himself from a danger zone but in this situation he could not simply wish himself away with the awkward Goratschin in tow. He could not grab him and take him along on a jump.
They had both long since realized how imperative Kakuta's intervention was. Even before the twin-head fell to the ground the first impulse vibrations whistled over his head, demolishing the front of the house. Then the robots lowered their fire, aiming at the wall.
Fragments of the wall were whirling around Tako and Ivan's heads. Beside them it began to feel increasingly hot. When they had progressed about 10 meters the wall gave way. The energy ray had separated the silicon from its compound and, at almost 2000░ C., had caused it to melt. The wall flowed like glowing red lava. It had a hole.
Did the robots think they had eliminated their opponents? Weren't they intelligent enough to know that a man can crawl? They were, but they were also oriented towards human reactions. When a human flees, he moves to the right. The robots thus took aim at the wall again. But Tako had done the exact opposite. He had crawled into the corner of the garden nearest to the robots and Ivan had trustingly followed him.
"They are still 10 meters away," the teleporter whispered. "The next attack must be perfectly prepared. You think of their destruction in time, Ivan. I will teleport to the house across the street and shoot the pulse-ray through out of the window. But don't ignite longer than three seconds. Then throw yourself to the ground and crawl away as fast as you can. I'll take care of the rest."
With a slap on Ivan's back, Kakuta left.
That had all taken place within a few seconds. To judge by the sounds, the robots were preparing to move on. Goratschin concentrated. The first shot rang out of the house across the street.
Tako had singled out the front group of four robots, who were still shooting at the garden wall. After a few seconds the impulse raygun got through; the protective screens of the combat machine broke down completely as the impulse energy hit the reactor casing.
12 or 14 four-armed robots wheeled around and took aim at the new foe. However, Tako's appearance at the window was like a fleeting shadow. The teleporter had already jumped two floors down to the adjoining house. He rushed to the window to ascertain the new situation.
Ivan-Ivanovich Goratschin was standing upright in the garden. Not a flash, not a single ray of energy was flickering around the stony figure. It just remained there and seemed in the three seconds of motionlessness and concentration as if someone had placed it there for eternity. Yet it was only a moment of eternity that decided the fate of 9 four-armed combat robots.
In the centre of their bodies the spontaneous chain reaction of the calcium atoms commenced. That was their death.
Ivan followed orders. He dropped down without waiting for the results of his 'igniting'. The remaining five robots set in motion without any noticeable delay, two to the right, three to the left.
Kakuta demolished one of them, teleported another 30 meters through rooms and walls, and destroyed another one.
Goratschin, who suddenly abandoned all hesitation, took care of the rest. With outstretched arms he let himself drop in the direction of the street and thought only of destroying the enemy.
Kakuta's warning cry was no longer necessary. The robots were no match for this onslaught of impassioned human concentration. Every last one of them succumbed to the devouring blaze in their synthetic bodies.
The street had been fought free. Kakuta appeared beside Ivan. "I've forbidden you to be so careless, hang it all! Every other person clings to his life and is careful. But you..."
Goratschin showed two disappointed faces. He had actually expected praise for his action. Obediently, shaking both heads, he followed the teleporter into the house, where he called by telecom for a tank.








3/ ROBOTS ON THE RAMPAGE

"The last phase," Perry Rhodan murmured. "It will decide who is the stronger."

The friends didn't feel comfortable with that thought. Their chief had rarely been so unsure about the outcome of a battle. He had always trusted in himself and in the superiority of the technology at his command. But today the technology of the New Power was partially on the side of the foe, which was an entirely new situation.
The ring encircling Capt. Klein's headquarters had drawn tighter. The robots had already overrun the first two posts in most of the streets. The ground was heating up under their feet in the literal sense of the word.
Rhodan ordered his staff to retreat. "Don't make such a long face. You look like a frustrated hero, Reggie! It's not a question of who shows the most courage today but who burns his fingers the least.
Close your combat suits. Notify the commander of the guard battalion, Capt. Klein. We will try to supply replacements as fast as possible."
Klein saluted and left.
Rhodan manipulated his wrist apparatus and called Kakuta. "Hello, Tako! We are moving to my office. You and Ivan make your way over here, though, in order to relieve Klein's staff troop. No further orders for the present. Are the two tanks there yet?"
"No sir!"
"Then wait there. It can't take long."
Capt. Klein returned. "All taken care of, sir."
Rhodan nodded. "Our destination is clear, so let's go! And don't anyone forget to turn on the light-wave diverter. We must remain invisible."
They started from the roof. Each combat suit was a vehicle in itself. Rhodan hovered in the air awhile to get the complete picture of the state of things. It did not look good. More than a third of the territory within the dome was occupied by the robots.
"Wuriu," Rhodan called over telecom during the flight.
"Sir!"