"Cordwainer Smith - A Planet Named Shayol" - читать интересную книгу автора (Smith Cordwainer)

УSome of it,Ф said the doctor. УThere is an attendant. He is a man, but not a human being. He is a homonculus fashioned out of cattle material. He is intelligent and very conscientious. You specimens are turned loose on the surface of Shayol. The dromozoa are a special life-form there. When they settle in your body, BТdikkat Ц thatТs the attendant Ц carves them out with an anaesthetic and sends them up here. We freeze the tissue cultures, and they are compatible with almost any oxygen-based life. Half the surgical repair you see in the whole universe comes out of buds that we ship from here. Shayol is a very healthy place, as far as survival is concerned. You wonТt die.Ф
УYou mean,Ф said Mercer, Уthat I am getting perpetual punishment?Ф
УI didnТt say that,Ф said Doctor Vomact. УOr if I did, I was wrong. You wonТt die soon. I donТt know how long you will live down there. Remember, no matter how uncomfortable you get, the samples which BТdikkat sends up will help thousands of people in all the inhabited worlds. Now take the cap.Ф
УIТd rather talk,Ф said Mercer. УIt may be my last chance.Ф
The doctor looked at him strangely. УIf you can stand that pain, go ahead and talk.Ф
УCan I commit suicide down there?Ф
УI donТt know,Ф said the doctor. УItТs never happened. And to judge by the voices, youТd think they wanted to.Ф
УHas anybody ever come back from Shayol?Ф
УNot since it was put off limits about four hundred years ago.Ф
УCan I talk to other people down there?Ф
УYes,Ф said the doctor.
УWho punishes me down there?Ф
УNobody does, you fool,Ф cried Doctor Vomact. УItТs not punishment. People donТt like it down on Shayol, and itТs better, I guess, to get convicts instead of volunteers. But there isnТt anybody against you at all.Ф
УNo jailers?Ф asked Mercer, with a whine in his voice.
УNo jailers, no rules, no prohibitions. Just Shayol, and BТdikkat to take care of you. Do you still want your mind and your eyes?Ф
УIТll keep them,Ф said Mercer. УIТve gone this far and I might as well go the rest of the way.Ф
УThen let me put the cap on you for your second dose,Ф said Doctor Vomact.
The doctor adjusted the cap just as lightly and delicately as had the nurse; he was quicker about it. There was no sign of his picking out another cap for himself.
The inrush of pleasure was like a wild intoxication. His burning skin receded into distance. The doctor was near in space, but even the doctor did not matter. Mercer was not afraid of Shayol. The pulsation of happiness out of his brain was too great to leave room for fear or pain.
Doctor Vomact was holding out his hand.
Mercer wondered why, and then realised that the wonderful, kindly, cap-giving man was offering to shake hands. He lifted his own. It was heavy, but his arm was happy, too.
They shook hands. It was curious, thought Mercer, to feel the handshake beyond the double level of cerebral pleasure and dermal pain.
УGood-bye, Mr. Mercer,Ф said the doctor, УGood-bye and a good good night ЕФ



II

The ferry satellite was a hospitable place. The hundreds of hours that followed were like a long, weird dream.
Twice again the young nurse sneaked into his bedroom with him when he was being given the cap and had a cap with him. There were baths which callused his whole body. Under strong local anaesthetics, his teeth were taken out and stainless steel took their place. There were irradiations under blazing lights which took away the pain of his skin. There were special treatments for his fingernails and toenails. Gradually they changed into formidable claws; he found himself stropping them on the aluminium bed one night and saw that they left deep marks.
His mind never became completely clear.
Sometimes he thought that he was home with his mother, that he was little again, and in pain. Other times, under the cap, he laughed in his bed to think that people were sent to this place for punishment when it was all so terribly much fun. There were no trials, no questions, no judges. Food was good, but he did not think about it much; the cap was better. Even when he was awake, he was drowsy.
At last, with the cap on him, the put him into an adiabatic pod Ц a one-body missile which could be dropped from the ferry to the planet below. He was all closed in, except for his face.
Doctor Vomact seemed to swim into the room. УYou are strong, Mercer,Ф the doctor shouted, Уyou are very strong! Can you hear me?Ф
Mercer nodded.
УWe wish you well, Mercer. No matter what happens, remember you are helping other people up here.Ф
УCan I take the cap with me?Ф said Mercer.
For an answer, Doctor Vomact removed the cap himself. Two men closed the lid of the pod, leaving Mercer in total darkness. His mind started to clear, and he panicked against his wrappings.
There was the roar of thunder and the taste of blood.
The next thing that Mercer knew, he was in a cool, cool room, much chillier than the bedrooms and operating rooms of the satellite. Someone was lifting him gently onto a table.
He opened his eyes.
An enormous face, four times the size of any human face Mercer had ever seen, was looking down at him. Huge brown eyes, cowlike in their gentle inoffensiveness, moved back and forth as the big face examined MercerТs wrappings. The face was that of a handsome man of middle years, clean-shaven, hair chestnut-brown, with sensual full lips and gigantic but healthy yellow teeth exposed in a half smile. The face saw MercerТs eyes open, and spoke with a deep friendly roar.
УIТm your best friend. My name is BТdikkat, but you donТt have to use that here. Just call me Friend, and I will always help you.Ф
УI hurt,Ф said Mercer.
УOf course you do. You hurt all over. ThatТs a big drop,Ф said BТdikkat.
УCan I have a cap, please,Ф begged Mercer. It was not a question; it was a demand; Mercer felt that his private inward eternity depended on it.
BТdikkat laughed. УI havenТt any caps down here. I might use them myself. Or so they think. I have other things, much better. No fear, fellow, IТll fix you up.Ф
Mercer looked doubtful. If the cap had brought him happiness on the ferry, it would take at least electrical stimulation of the brain to undo whatever torments the surface of Shayol had to offer.
BТdikkatТs laughter filled the room like a bursting pillow.
УHave you ever heard of condamine?Ф