"James White - SG 03 - Major Operation" - читать интересную книгу автора (White James)

its three hundred and eighty-four levels were reproduced the environments of all the intelligent
life-forms known to the Galactic Federation, a biological spectrum ranging from the ultra frigid
methane species through the more normal oxygen- and chlorine-breathing types up to the exotic
beings who existed by the direct conversion of hard radiation. In addition to the patients, whose
number and physiological classification was a constant variable, there was a medical and
maintenance staff who were composed of sixty-odd differing life-forms with sixty different sets of
mannerisms, body odors and ways of looking at life.
The staff of Sector General was an extremely able, dedicated, but not always serious group
of people who were fanatically tolerant of all forms of intelligent life-had this not been so they
could never have served in such a multienvironment hospital in the first place. They prided
themselves that no case was too big, too small or too hopeless, and their facilities and
professional reputation were second to none. It was unthinkable that one of their number should be
guilty of nearly killing a patient through sheer carelessness.
"Obviously the thought isn't unthinkable," O'Mara, the Chief Psychologist, said dryly.



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"I'm thinking it, reluctantly, and you are also thinking it-if only momentarily. Far worse, Mannon
himself is convinced of his own guilt. This leaves me with no choice but to-"
"No!" said Conway, strong emotion overriding his usual respect for authority. "Mannon is
one of the best Seniors we have-you know that!


He wouldn't. . . I mean, he isn't the type to.. . He's..
"A good friend of yours," O'Mara finished for him, smiling. When Conway did not reply he
went on, "My liking for Mannon may not equal yours, but my professional knowledge of him is much
more detailed and objective. So much so that two days ago I would not have believed him capable of
such a thing. Now, dammit, uncharacteristic behavior bothers me...
Conway could understand that. As Chief Psychologist, O'Mara's prime concern was the smooth
and efficient running of the hospital's medical staff, but keeping so many different and
potentially antagonistic life-forms working in harmony was a big job whose limits, like those of
O'Mara's authority, were difficult to define. Given even the highest qualities of tolerance and
mutual respect in its personnel, there were still occasions when friction occurred.
Potentially dangerous situations arose through ignorance or misunderstanding, or a being
could develop a xenophobic neurosis which might affect its efficiency, mental stability, or both.
An Earth-human doctor, for instance, who had a subconscious fear of spiders would not be able to
bring to bear on one of the insectile Cinrusskin patients the proper degree of clinical detachment
necessary for its treatment. It was O'Mara's duty to detect and eradicate such trouble, or to
remove the potentially troublesome individuals. This guarding against wrong, unhealthy or
intolerant thinking was a duty which he performed with such zeal that Conway had heard him likened
to a latter-day Torquemada.
Now it looked as if this paragon of psychologists had been something less than alert. In
psychology there were no effects without prior cause and O'Mara must now be thinking that he had
missed some small but vital warning signal-a slightly uncharacteristic word or expression or
display of temper, perhaps-which should have warned him of trouble developing for Senior Physician
Mannon.
The psychologist sat back and fixed Conway with a pair of gray eyes which saw so much and