"Perry, Steve - OtherToys" - читать интересную книгу автора (Perry Steven)

"I am, but I need you to look up something for me."

"What -- is there a sign on me that says 'lackey?'"

"Come on, Kohler, deadline is passed and you don't have jackshit to do."

"All right. What?"

"We ran a short piece in the Sport-Science section this morning, about some
scientists out at Anna-by-the-Sea."

"Hold on."

Cartas heard the sound of the keyboard clicking as Kohler called up the file.

"Yeah, I got it. So?"

"Is that the whole piece or is there more?"

"Looks like the whole pyramid, Jackie, baby."

"Nothing on the log?"

"Oh, yeah, right, we've sent four guys and a camerawoman out to do a layout for
the Sunday mag. Buncha diggers from the U of Geek rummaging around in fossils,
hey, that'll blow Thanksgiving right outta the paper."

"Your sarcasm needs work, Kohler."

"'You'd know, you're the expert."

Kohler cut the connection and Cartas cradled the phone and stared at it. He sat
there for a long time before he sighed and shook his head. Fuck it. What else
could he do?

IT IS NOT right! It cannot be fair! I have been faithful, I have obeyed His
every command, His every whim and my reward for selfless devotion is that I be
tossed aside? To be shrugged off as one without value? To be of no more concern
than the scat of a recent meal?

No! Damn Him! I will have have it! I will turn my face away from Him! If he ever
returns I will spit on Him! I will huff my defiance at Him and no matter what He
does, I will not repent!

How dare he abandon me? This is not how the world should work, it cannot be so
if there is any justice under the heavens!

No God of mercy could behave this way!

Damn Him!