"Rudy Rucker - Master Of Space And Time" - читать интересную книгу автора (Rucker Rudy)

off from reality. Instead of hitting me in the face,
the little stick of dynamite just hung there in midair,
barely moving. Meanwhile, Harry was shrinking,
moving away from me in some unknown dimension.
Everything was getting dark and Harry's voice was
too faint and high to understand.

Then Harry was all gone, and the world went
black, blacker than night, zero photons black. I
fumbled around, found the controls, and turned
on my headlights. I could see outside, but I couldn't
figure out what I was looking at. My car seemed to
be resting on black felt, and ahead of the car was a
soft, horizontally grooved wall. There was more
black cloth to the left of me, and to the right there
was a cliff with a big white pole swooping up from
its edge. White plastic with sebaceous cracks. The
scene made no sense whatsoever.

Although my dome light wasn't on, the inside of
my car was lit up. I glanced around to find the
cause. Resting on the seat next to me, there was a
sort of toy car, a scale-model 1956 Buick with
blazing headlights. The headlights were aimed at
my corduroy-clad right leg. It looked as if the little
car even had a toy driver. I put my hand on it,
then drew back with a scream.

Just as my thumb touched the wraparound wind-
shield of the model car, a giant's hand had swooped
down out of the darkness to press its hamlike
thumb against my own windshield! When I with-
drew my hand, the giant followed suit.

I leaned down to peer into the model car's side
window. It was lit up in there, too. I could make

out a very strange sight. Sitting on the front seat
of the model car was a still smaller model car. And
peering into the window of the still smaller model
was a thumb-sized little copy of me, Joseph Fletcher.
The hair on my neck prickled as I realized that,
staring in through my own car's window, there
must be the eye of a giant Joe Fletcher.

I whirled around, hoping to see the giant's eye,
but he turned as fast as I did. All I could see of
him was the cheek of his huge head. He had
whirled to stare out the window of his car, the
giant car on whose seat my own car was resting. I