"Weiner-PurplePill" - читать интересную книгу автора (Weiner Andrew)

been in cold-sleep for the past two years, hooked up to a dream-machine, and so
have I. But now it's our watch."

"Starship?" he echoed. "Cold-sleep? Dream-machine? Do you know how crazy all
this sounds?"

She gave a little gasp of exasperation and turned away from him. "Mirror," she
said, pointing to the wall opposite them. "Full-length."

The pink wall glowed white, then became a shiny mirror. He gazed for a moment,
fascinated and appalled, at his own heavily tattooed face. And then he was
falling toward it. He put out a hand to stop himself. And plunged right into the
mirror, all the way through to the darkness on the other side.

THREE

"Barry."

He felt a hand on his arm. He opened his eyes. He saw Nora standing beside him.

"Nora," he said. "What time is it?"

"Eleven-thirty," she said. "I was down in typography, and when I came back you
were sleeping. I hated to wake you up, but I thought you'd want me to..."

"I would ave, yeah. Thanks."

Nora was just a year out of art school. She still needed a lot of reassurance.

He stretched his arms. "Jesus," he said. "I had the strangest dream. Like
science fiction. I was on this spaceship . . . " He shook his head. "Just crazy
stuff."

"Maybe you've been watching too much Star Trek." "Me? I never watch that sci-fi
crap."

"Me neither," Nora said.

"I mean, what does it have to do with anything real?"

"Nothing," Nora said. "Nothing at all."

Although, he reminded himself, there had been a time when he had been quite
infatuated with Star Trek and similar movies and TV shows, entranced with the
bold new worlds they revealed to him. As a teenager, he had soaked up hundreds
and hundreds of hours of the stuff.

Now it had come back to haunt him.

"Would you do me a favor? Go find me Hal's work-up on the Fairfax pitch, while I