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.True to his word, Harry had gone back to his ship and turned over the codes to the human techs, still glum with failure, who met him there.When a test had satisfied the technicians that they could now move the ship and use it, they left it to go on about more immediately urgent business-right now, work on Marut's one salvageable vessel had priority.Once more, Silver found himself alone.Again he checked for messages, and this time, to his silent elation, found that a coded transmission had come in from Sniffer.The search robot, while remaining somewhere out in the field, had transmitted several pictures, which the man now decoded and examined in the privacy of his ship's cabin-under the present conditions, there seemed no chance of his getting away from the base to see the site for himself.The defenses were ignoring the robot dog, which had already become familiar to them, but both humans and machines would be sure to take note of a man in civilian armor, especially if there was anything out of the ordinary in his behavior.Sniffer's pictures came up, one at a time, in three-dimensional form on the smaller of the control cabin's two holostages.The total absence of any sunlight in the images reinforced an impression that they had been made somewhere underground.The robot's lights illuminated a cramped, irregular space among big black rocks, and they showed two objects of great interest to Harry.One of these he thought he could recognize as the very thing he'd come here on the chance of finding: a small box made of some hard, durable substance, of rectangular shape, neutral gray in coloring, and presumably of sturdy construction.It was just about big enough to contain an average-sized loaf of bread.But it was the sight of the second object that brought on sudden sickness in the pit of Harry's stomach.Wedged tightly between rocks, only a couple of meters from the small box, was an inert suit of space armor, custom-made and individualized, bearing painted and engraved markings that allowed Silver to recognize it at once as Becky Sharp's.The suit was jammed in a position that looked extremely uncomfortable, the head slightly downward between two huge slabs of stone.Inside the armor there would presumably be a human body, frozen flesh and bone now every bit as inert as the useless protection in which they were encased.No doubt both the suit and its wearer had been exactly where they were for a long time; taking into consideration everything he knew about what Becky had been doing and what she might have done, Harry Silver decided that five years would be just about right.The statglass faceplate of the helmet was turned away from Sniffer's probing cameras, so there was no chance of his getting a look inside the helmet-not that after five years, he would have wanted to see in.Page 37ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlLooking at the images, Silver went through a bad few minutes.In fact, they were much worse than he would have expected had he tried to imagine something like this happening to Becky.He shifted the recorded images to the bigger of his cabin's two holostages, but that didn't help at all.During this time, he remained dimly aware of the noises being made by the crew of Space Force techs and their machines, clumping around outside the hull, getting ready to perform modifications on theWitch.But fortunately, the people outside couldn't see him or hear him.He was still sitting there, staring at the stage, when Commander Normandy called and asked him to come in for another face-to-face meeting."Be right there."But then, for a little while, he didn't move a muscle.He just went on sitting.Fortunately, he'd had several minutes quite alone before her call came in.By the time Harry was once more sitting down in a room with the commander and the captain, he had himself more or less in hand.It was probably a conference room near her office, with a dozen chairs, only five of them occupied when Harry sat down around a businesslike table.The main reason the commander wanted to talk to Harry Silver at this time was his supposed expertise on the world called Summerland, where now a berserker base existed and there was reason to expect that a mechanical monster code-named Shiva was going to show up at some precise time in only a few days.Marut had brought one of his aides with him.Together, they had a dozen questions for Harry, all of them aboutSummerland and the other bodies that shared its solar system.The standard astrogational charts and models gave the basic facts, of course, but left out a lot of details that the planners wanted to fill in.Some of their questions he could answer, and some not; he promised to try the database on his ship, though he doubted it held much more than the basics.Summerland had not been a major concern of his for some time.In, Harry's present mental state, it took a while before Marut's basic idea really sank in: The captain, using whatever makeshift squadron he was able to assemble, was actually planning a landing, some kind of a commando assault, on the distant planetoid that had become a berserker base.The captain's physical wounds were obviously bothering him yet, but Harry was beginning to wonder whether the psychic damage might not have been worse.Marut stillhad his arm sling draped around his neck, and used it about half the time, but he kept picking at the bandages as if he were ready to tear them off, working on some subconscious theory that the injury would go with them.When Harry tuned in again on the conversation going on around him, he heard the commander asking Marut: "Do you suppose the machines that jumped you knew where you were going? What your mission was?""I don't see how they could have known that, ma'am.Unless there's been some goodlife spy at work." Then he turned deliberately to Harry."What do you think of that idea, Mr.Silver?""How the hell should I know?"-and he found himself coming halfway up out of his chair.Deliberately, he made himself settle back."Sorry, Commander.Are you suggesting goodlife spies at CINCSEC? It seems unlikely." They were all looking at him, wondering what had, suddenly set him off [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.True to his word, Harry had gone back to his ship and turned over the codes to the human techs, still glum with failure, who met him there.When a test had satisfied the technicians that they could now move the ship and use it, they left it to go on about more immediately urgent business-right now, work on Marut's one salvageable vessel had priority.Once more, Silver found himself alone.Again he checked for messages, and this time, to his silent elation, found that a coded transmission had come in from Sniffer.The search robot, while remaining somewhere out in the field, had transmitted several pictures, which the man now decoded and examined in the privacy of his ship's cabin-under the present conditions, there seemed no chance of his getting away from the base to see the site for himself.The defenses were ignoring the robot dog, which had already become familiar to them, but both humans and machines would be sure to take note of a man in civilian armor, especially if there was anything out of the ordinary in his behavior.Sniffer's pictures came up, one at a time, in three-dimensional form on the smaller of the control cabin's two holostages.The total absence of any sunlight in the images reinforced an impression that they had been made somewhere underground.The robot's lights illuminated a cramped, irregular space among big black rocks, and they showed two objects of great interest to Harry.One of these he thought he could recognize as the very thing he'd come here on the chance of finding: a small box made of some hard, durable substance, of rectangular shape, neutral gray in coloring, and presumably of sturdy construction.It was just about big enough to contain an average-sized loaf of bread.But it was the sight of the second object that brought on sudden sickness in the pit of Harry's stomach.Wedged tightly between rocks, only a couple of meters from the small box, was an inert suit of space armor, custom-made and individualized, bearing painted and engraved markings that allowed Silver to recognize it at once as Becky Sharp's.The suit was jammed in a position that looked extremely uncomfortable, the head slightly downward between two huge slabs of stone.Inside the armor there would presumably be a human body, frozen flesh and bone now every bit as inert as the useless protection in which they were encased.No doubt both the suit and its wearer had been exactly where they were for a long time; taking into consideration everything he knew about what Becky had been doing and what she might have done, Harry Silver decided that five years would be just about right.The statglass faceplate of the helmet was turned away from Sniffer's probing cameras, so there was no chance of his getting a look inside the helmet-not that after five years, he would have wanted to see in.Page 37ABC Amber Palm Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abcpalm.htmlLooking at the images, Silver went through a bad few minutes.In fact, they were much worse than he would have expected had he tried to imagine something like this happening to Becky.He shifted the recorded images to the bigger of his cabin's two holostages, but that didn't help at all.During this time, he remained dimly aware of the noises being made by the crew of Space Force techs and their machines, clumping around outside the hull, getting ready to perform modifications on theWitch.But fortunately, the people outside couldn't see him or hear him.He was still sitting there, staring at the stage, when Commander Normandy called and asked him to come in for another face-to-face meeting."Be right there."But then, for a little while, he didn't move a muscle.He just went on sitting.Fortunately, he'd had several minutes quite alone before her call came in.By the time Harry was once more sitting down in a room with the commander and the captain, he had himself more or less in hand.It was probably a conference room near her office, with a dozen chairs, only five of them occupied when Harry sat down around a businesslike table.The main reason the commander wanted to talk to Harry Silver at this time was his supposed expertise on the world called Summerland, where now a berserker base existed and there was reason to expect that a mechanical monster code-named Shiva was going to show up at some precise time in only a few days.Marut had brought one of his aides with him.Together, they had a dozen questions for Harry, all of them aboutSummerland and the other bodies that shared its solar system.The standard astrogational charts and models gave the basic facts, of course, but left out a lot of details that the planners wanted to fill in.Some of their questions he could answer, and some not; he promised to try the database on his ship, though he doubted it held much more than the basics.Summerland had not been a major concern of his for some time.In, Harry's present mental state, it took a while before Marut's basic idea really sank in: The captain, using whatever makeshift squadron he was able to assemble, was actually planning a landing, some kind of a commando assault, on the distant planetoid that had become a berserker base.The captain's physical wounds were obviously bothering him yet, but Harry was beginning to wonder whether the psychic damage might not have been worse.Marut stillhad his arm sling draped around his neck, and used it about half the time, but he kept picking at the bandages as if he were ready to tear them off, working on some subconscious theory that the injury would go with them.When Harry tuned in again on the conversation going on around him, he heard the commander asking Marut: "Do you suppose the machines that jumped you knew where you were going? What your mission was?""I don't see how they could have known that, ma'am.Unless there's been some goodlife spy at work." Then he turned deliberately to Harry."What do you think of that idea, Mr.Silver?""How the hell should I know?"-and he found himself coming halfway up out of his chair.Deliberately, he made himself settle back."Sorry, Commander.Are you suggesting goodlife spies at CINCSEC? It seems unlikely." They were all looking at him, wondering what had, suddenly set him off [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]