"Roger Zelazny - The Doors of His Face The Lamps of His Mouth" - читать интересную книгу автора (Zelazny Roger)
He poked the screwdriver at the other hopper.
"That one. You're on video tape now, by the way. They wanted to get you
arriving."
He turned to the hangar, turned back.
"Say 'cheese.' They'll shoot the close-ups later."
I said something other than "cheese." They must have been using
telelens and been able to read my lips, because that part of the tape was
never shown.
I threw my junk in the back, climbed into a passenger seat, and lit a
cigarette. Five minutes later, Cal himself emerged from the office Quonset,
looking cold. He came over and pounded on the side of the hopper. He jerked
a thumb back at the hangar.
"They want you in there!" he called through cupped hands. "Interview!"
"The show's over!" I yelled back. "Either that, or they can get
themselves another baitman!"
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His rustbrown eyes became nailheads under blond brows and his glare a
spike before he jerked about and stalked off. I wondered how much they had
paid him to be able to squat in his hangar and suck juice from his
generator.
Enough, I guess, knowing Cal. I never liked the guy, anyway.
Venus at night is a field of sable waters. On the coasts, you can never
tell where the sea ends and the sky begins. Dawn is like dumping milk into
an inkwell. First, there are erratic curdles of white, then streamers. Shade
the bottle for a gray colloid, then watch it whiten a little more. All of a
sudden you've got day. Then start heating the mixture.
I had to shed my jacket as we flashed out over the bay. To our rear,
the skyline could have been under water for the way it waved and rippled in
the heatfall. A hopper can accommodate four people (five, if you want to
bend Regs and underestimate weight), or three passengers with the sort of
gear a baitman uses. I was the only fare, though, and the pilot was like his
machine. He hummed and made no unnecessary noises. Lifeline turned a
somersault and evaporated in the rear mirror at about the same time
Tensquare broke the fore-horizon. The pilot stopped humming and shook his
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