"Zelazny, Roger - DEVILCAR" - читать интересную книгу автора (Zelazny Roger)

Jenny pulled up beside him and her door opened.
"Sam," she said, "pull the brain leads on that blue car, the third
one back. It's still drawing some energy from an ancillary battery,
and I can hear it broadcasting."
"Okay."
Murdock went back and tore the leads free. He returned to Jenny
and climbed into the driver's seat.
"Did you find anything?"
"Some traces, heading northwest."
"Follow them."
The door slammed and Jenny turned in that direction.
They drove for about five minutes in silence. Then Jenny said
"There were eight cars in that convoy."
"What?"
"I just heard it on the news. Apparently two of the cars
communicated with the wild ones on an off-band. They threw in with
them. They gave away their location and turned on the others at the
time of the attack."
"What about their passengers?"
"They probably monoed them before they joined the pack."
Murdock lit a cigarette, his hands shaking.
"Jenny, what makes a car run wild?" he asked. "Never knowing when
it will get its next fuelingЧor being sure of finding spare parts for
its auto-repair unit? Why do they do it?"
"I do not know, Sam. I have never thought about it."

"Ten years ago the Devil Car, their leader, killed my brother in a
raid on his Gas Fortress," said Murdock, "and I've hunted that black
Caddy ever since. I've searched for it form the air and I've searched
on foot. I've used other cars. I've carried heat trackers and
missiles. I even laid mines. But always it's been too fast or too
smart or too strong for me. Then I had you built."
"I knew you hated it very much. I always wondered why," Jenny
said.
Murdock drew on his cigarette.
"I had you specially programmed and armored and armed to be the
toughest, fastest, smartest thing on wheels, Jenny. You're the
Scarlet Lady. You're the one car can take the Caddy and his whole
pack. You've got fangs and claws of the kind they've never met
before. This time I'm going to get them."
"You could have stayed home, Sam, and let me do the hunting."
"No. I know I could have, but I want to be there. I want to give
the orders, to press some of the buttons myself, to watch that Devil
Car burn away to a metal skeleton. How many people, how many cars has
it smashed? We've lost count. I've got to get it, Jenny!"
"I'll find it for you, Sam."
They sped on, at around two hundred miles per hour.
"How's the fuel look, Jenny?"
"Plenty there, and I have not yet drawn upon the auxiliary tanks.
Do not worry."