"Gene Wolfe - Green Glass" - читать интересную книгу автора (Wolfe Gene)

"Who's they?"
"Whoever's running this saucer. Move!"
Joey walked again, faster. "Will we meet more like that?"
"Not unless we walk. Or I don't think so."
"Vaya Con Dios" sighed away to silence; but the band was there and playing
for a long while afterward, something about stars getting in people's eyes and a
moon that broke a heart.
The doctor appeared around a bend in the twisting tunnel just as the music
ended, a dark, lean man with profile that might have been hacked from wood with a
chain saw. "Dr. Leonard!" Josephine looked radiant. "How did you get here?"
"Kidnapped. I imagine the same thing happened to you. Do you want to get
out? To go home?"
Josephine exclaimed, "Do we ever!" but Joey held his peace.
"Good. I'm going to need you, Miss Bates. I'm going to need that strapping
young man with you even more. There are six of them on board. They're not strong,
but I doubt that I could handle all six by myself."
"You're going to take over the saucer?"
"We are. Or anyway, we're going to try. They've let me see a little--more
than they thought I was seeing, I expect. We're still orbiting Earth, although we're
keeping behind the moon for the most part. As long as we are, I think I can get us
back. Setting us down safely should be no problem. There's a sophisticated system
for preventing crashes. Let's go."
Joey asked, "How about weapons?"
 "I've got some hidden. I'll show you. Come on!"
Dr. Leonard strode away and turned into a side passage. When Joey and
Josephine reached the corner, he was nowhere in sight.
She sighed. "I knew that one was too good to be true. He's a doctor--the
real one is, I mean. I guess I think doctors can fix just about everything."
Joey nodded. "A lot of women are like that."
"But they can't, and they'll tell you so themselves. There are diseases they
can't cure, and everybody dies sooner or later, no matter how many doctors work
to keep them alive. Hug me, Joey."
He did, and they kissed.
"That was good," she said when they parted for the third time, "I needed to
feel somebody real. They're watching us. You know that?"
He shrugged.
"They're bound to be. They're watching us the way guys in the psych
department used to watch the mice in their mazes. They saw us kiss."
"I don't care," Joey said.
"Neither do I. All right, I do. Really I do. I don't like being watched by people
I can't see. I'd like to get even with them someday, and maybe I will."
Slowly, hand in hand, they walked along the passage. When they had gone a
hundred steps or more, she said, "Why do they do it?"
"Study us? I don't know."
"Show us Dr. Leonard. Shep Fields. All the dream people."
"You told me how they got you," Joey said. "I didn't tell you how they got
me."
"You said I wouldn't believe it, and I didn't want to pressure you."
"Thanks. Now I am, probably. I guess I will. My mom and dad have an
apartment in Chicago. I've got a job, but I still live with them. That probably sounds