"Jerry Sohl - I, Aleppo" - читать интересную книгу автора (Sohl Jerry)him into a swimming pool. Gary came up sputtering and out of breath,
piqued at this action. The girl stood at the poolside, glaring at him. The man in the hooded robe stood behind her. It was impossible to see his face. Gary started to climb out of the pool. "All right," Max Easton said with urgency, "bring him back." Ralph disengaged the molecular probes while Kate, Casimir and Sam lifted off their visual monitor helmets to assist in the consciousness-restoring operation. One moment Gary's heavy bomber pilot uniform was dripping wet as, under the full, hot glare of the summer sun, he clambered out of a pool somewhere in England. The next thing he knew he was leaving the dream and felt reality returning as the probes left his head. It was a shock, coming back to the real world and finding he could move his limbs again. He opened his eyes to see the bright fluorescence of the laboratory ceiling. He was no longer drenched in water but in the sweat the dream had caused. The intoxication of the trinopterine solution began to dissipate, things came into focus, and he looked up into the eyes of There was just the right amount of concern in Kate's voice and Gary liked that. He reached out, put a hand over hers. "I'm okay," he said, though the dream was still very much with him, more so than an ordinary dream would have been. Max's face appeared behind Kate's. Dr. Easton's eyes were bright. "We almost had something." "Really?" This was good news. This was what they were working for. "When?" "When you were being carried across the airfield." "So that's it!" Gary said. "What's that?" "It was the girl. SheтАФwinced, I guess you'd say." He sat up on the ebony table. "Then she became angry." "Angry?" Max frowned. "I thought it was surprise more than anything else." He thought about it for a moment, then said, "Whatever it was, she was aware of something going on, not much question about that. That's the first time that's happened." |
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