"Emil Petaja - The Path Beyond The Stars" - читать интересную книгу автора (Petaja Emil)

Might be fun to make a project of cleaning up all that rubbish.
Then Venus Trine laughed and spoiled it all.
тАЬWhat's so funny?тАЭ Jon scowled again.
тАЬThat you don't know who you are. That you've learned so much yet
have such a long way to go.тАЭ
Jon sat up stiffly. тАЬI think I've had enough of this. Out of respect for
your father IтАФoh, hell!тАЭ His hand moved resolutely to the toggle.
тАЬPlease.тАЭ The mockery was instantly replaced by that opened spillway of
desperation. And panic. Yes, sheer panic. It shot out in waves,
overwhelming his intuate's mind, sending ice bits scuttling down his spine.
He had moved out among strange, wild stars and seen horrifying things, yet
within that sudden mind thrust of hers writhed tentacles of terror such as
Jon had never dreamed of before.
 His hand froze.
тАЬWhat is it?тАЭ he demanded.
тАЬIt's no good like this, Ion Wood!тАЭ she cried. тАЬI've got to see you. You're
the only one in the universe, so far as I know, who can help. MaybeтАжтАЭ The
last word was a forlorn wail.
тАЬMe? Why me?тАЭ
тАЬBecause he hasn't got your natal chart! Don't you understand? He can't
plot your probable course. He can't locate you exactly orтАФтАЭ
тАЬMore astrology bunk! Lord! I told you I can't believe any of that
nonsense! For openers, it's based on the planets in this one small solar
system, so how aboutтАФтАЭ
тАЬI know, I know. But I'm talking about Cosmic Astrology. The new
astrologyтАФsince father perfected the Master Computer.тАЭ Her eyes blazed.
тАЬThink of yourself! You're a star-dowser, right? You select probable planets
for exploration out of far-flung billions! Isn't that in itself suggestive? Can't
you just for one minute permit the possibility of a pattern, one established
by means of a super supercomputer, when all the variables possible are
correctly read? Listen, Jon Wood! Your father was a Believer! One of the
Lost Believers! He had to be! Don't ask me to explain all of the reasons
now. Later. You must come and see me at my apartmentтАФtonight!тАЭ
тАЬNot that it wouldn't be jolly, but I'm leaving so damn early in the
morning.тАЭ
Venus Trine shook her soft, free-flowing curls. тАЬNo.тАЭ
тАЬNo?тАЭ Jon laughed. тАЬOf course I'm going. I'm one of those nine-to-five
jerks who happen to be dedicated to the job he is doing and who happen to
like it.тАЭ
She sighed. тАЬOf course, Mr. Wood. But just come and we'll talk. Give me
an hour. Please. You've got to!тАЭ That all-consuming tide of terror again. тАЬIf
I could only make you understand how importantтАФтАЭ
Jon blinked away, grimacing. This was getting out of hand. He must get
rid of her. The best way was to seem to fall in, make the date, then cop
out.
тАЬOkay. What's the address?тАЭ
While she said it and repeated it, Venus Trine's eyes moved from side
to side, as if invisible horrors might be listening. Jon wrote it down on a
pad, then, without looking at her face in the vid again, he reached out and
snapped down the toggle switch.