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

"Oh, I want it," he said. He felt something rise in his throat. "I really want
it, Lou."

He got up from the table. "Excuse me a minute," he said. "I'll be right back."

He headed for the washroom door.

EIGHT

"In here, Cogan."

He was walking down a metal corridor, his boots echoing dully on the floor. He
was carrying a pack on his back. Harper was standing ahead of him, motioning to
an open doorway.

He followed her into a large open space, filled with row upon row of capsules.
Different colored paths snaked through the rows, allowing access to the
capsules.

"Yellow 27," Harper said, pointing. "Right over there."

She raced up the path, and he followed behind her. He was panting by the time he
caught up with her. She was already staring intently at the screen on the side
of the capsule.

"Biosign alert," she told him. "Low blood pressure reading."

He looked down into the capsule. "You mean, this person is sick?"

"She maybe," Harper said. "Although fifty to one it's the diagnostics on the
blink. Check it out."

"Check what out?"

"Oh come on," she said. "Come on."

He stared back at her blankly. Exasperated, she reached over and flipped open
his backpack, producing a thin metal tool with a clear plastic bulb on top. She
inserted the end of the tool into a small hole beside the screen. The bulb
glowed orange.

"Faulty memory," she said. "Pass me a new unit, will you?"

Preoccupied, he failed to respond. He was looking around him at the rows of
capsules.

"All these people, they're crew members?"

She shook her head. "Cargo," she said. "Cold-sleep all the way. They don't get a
wake-up call until we reach Barnard's."