"Kit Reed - Freezing Geezers" - читать интересную книгу автора (Reed Kit)

, Barry thinks, remembering the last remake of "The Time Machine" or something very like it, This is
where you look up for the first time and see two moons.

In a way, it would be a relief. A supernatural explanation would open the door to an unnatural escape.
When did he first understand that he needs to escape? Immediately, he thinks, as outside his cylinder the
party goes on. But there is only one moon up there that Barry can see in the reflector conveniently
positioned so even the suspended ones can enjoy the view, the director explained in laying out the plan.
The sky is just the same and he is just as stuck.

By this time the partiers have broken up into twos and threes and passed out or arranged themselves in
compromising positions on the floor, all but one, who wanders up to the cylinder, giving Barry a fisheye
close-up of his nostrils as he taps on the glass with hairy knuckles and says, "Yo, corpsicle!"

In spite of everything he has just learned about his condition, Barry screams and screams.

Outside the cylinder, his hope for escape leans closer and blinks. "You in there?"

Good, Barry thinks. I've got his attention. It's been an interesting experiment, but it's time to call it
to a halt.

Thinking and action are two different things when you are in a biochemically altered state. Barry writhes
and contorts his face, at least he thinks he does.

"Heh," the boy outside the cylinder says, accidentally rubbing glitter into one eye and then blinking it
away. "Colder than a mackerel, just like they want."

When he understands that he can't speak and he can't get down from this armature much less break out
of his guaranteed shatterproof cylinder because he is suspended not in vapor but in some cold,
mysteriously viscous fluid that resists his every attempt, Barry reconciles himself to a long night and settles
down to think. He thinks while the orgiasts party themselves into insensibility and the swing shift takes
over and he thinks while the sun rises above the dome and the morning shift pours ice water on them all
to shake them and night and swing shifts punch their time cards and take the cash from the EZ dispenser
Barry himself designed to keep his care continuous, and shamble out.

It's clear that no matter what promises the director made when Barry checked in here, the whole
operation has gone to hell. Best money says, and Barry knows everything there is to know about money,
make them wake you up and turn you loose as you are, hell with whether they've cured male pattern
baldness and sexual problems while you were out, you can't just hang here waiting. It's time to get
warmed up and get back into the game.

At the moment, however, and the inconvenience seems to be permanent, he can neither move nor speak.

You don't get to be a CEO and a megamillionaire by cutting your losses and yielding to the status quo
and you don't give up easily. He has to figure out how to communicate.

It takes him weeks to think it through. What difference will a few weeks make, he thinks. When you have
years. To accomplish what he has to, to get their attention and make clear he's ready to end this, will take
the better part of a year.

In the end, Barry does what he has to do through mind control. When your mind is the only thing about