"Allen Steele - Orbital Decay" - читать интересную книгу автора (Steele Allen)

read from the paper. Bob entered the code on his communications
console keyboard.

An instant later: Roger, Weatherman, code received and authenticated
Now transmitting program.

All three men moved their fingers over their terminals' keyboards,
touching controls which cleared their systems. The LCD's, which had

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displayed meteorological commands, went dark, leaving empty black glass
surfaces. A few moments later a completely different set of command
keys, controlling the new program just transmitted from Virginia,
appeared on the consoles.

"Big Dog, we've received program," Bob said. "Awaiting commencement of
test."

We copy, Weatherman. Test begins in thirty seconds.

Dave touched silver keys on his console, watched them turn gold.

"Recorder activated," he said. "Source locator on standby."

"Locator slaved to Big Dog feed," John said.

"Signal locked with Meade and Big Ear," Bob said. "Comlink status
green."

"Big Dog, Weatherman is green," John said.

Roger, Weatherman. Test begins now.

Instantly, small green lamps appeared on each display, lighting the
words SYSTEM TEST. Dave glanced at the cassette loaded in the recorder
by his elbow, affirmed that the machine was working, the reels
moving.

Okay, now to see how long it would take for the Ear to hear
something.



At that second, a digital numeral 2 appeared on their displays. "Holy
Mother," he murmured to himself, "that was quick."

"Big Dog, this is Weatherman," Bob said. "We have two possibles,
over."