"Roger Zelazny - My Name is Legion" - читать интересную книгу автора (Zelazny Roger)

. . . Because I had already wasted an entire month
waiting for this break. I hoped they would come after
me soon and try to question me. I took a deep drag on
the cigarette and watched a distant iceberg glisten in the
sun. This was going to be a strange oneтАФI had that
feeling. The skies were gray and the oceans were dark.
Somewhere, someone disapproved of what was going on
here, but for the life of me I could not guess why.

Well, the hell with them all. I like cloudy days. I was
bom on one. I'd do my best to enjoy this one.

I went back to my cabin and mixed myself a drink, as
I was then officially off duty.

After a time, there came a knocking on my door.

"Turn the handle and push," I said.

It opened and a young man named Rawlings entered.

"Mister Schweitzer," he said, "Carol Deith would like
to speak with you."

"Tell her I'm on my way," I said.

"All right," and he departed.

I combed my sort of blond hair and changed my
shirt, because she was pretty and young. She was the
ship's Security Officer, though, so I had a good idea as
to what she was really after.

I walked to her office and knocked twice on the door.

As I entered, I bore in mind the fact that it probably
involved the J-9 and my doings of a half hour before.
This would tend to indicate that she was right on top of
everything.

"Hello," I said. "I believe you sent for me?"

"Schweitzer? Yes, I did. Have a seat, huh?" and she
gestured at one on the other side of her expensive desk.

I took it.

"What do you want?"

"You repaired the J-9 this afternoon."