"Chalker, Jack L - G.o.d. Inc. 2 - The Shadow Dancers" - читать интересную книгу автора (Chalker Jack L)

"Five million bucks, Sam! We can have our own place like this."
"Yeah-if we don't pay too high a price for it."
His name was Jamispur Samoka. He was another of them beautiful people, fifty-one
and lookin' maybe in his twenties, and wearin' a pale pastel blue outfit that
seemed to be the same here as lab whites were back home. He wasn't no
doctor-they didn't have doctors here like we did-but he was the same kind of
thing. His workroom looked like some mad scientist's shit from old horror
movies, but they was all designed to do different things to and for people. I
was scareder of him than of the mission.
"Much of this equipment was developed because our own people need some
modifications before venturing into other worlds," he told me. "Also, it's often
not possible to get an exact replacement for someone else when we need to
infiltrate a place. This equipment can make a close match seem an exact match.
It can't work miracles but it can do wonders. Fortunately, we have had the
opportunity to get all the physical and genetic data from the woman you are to
replace, and that makes it a lot easier."
That didn't sit well with me. "How much of a change will there be? I know I
ain't no beauty queen, but I kinda like me the way I am." Five million bucks, I
kept tellin' myself. Just think of that.
"It's important to emphasize that there is nothing we can do here that can't be
undone here," he replied. "The trick is doing it in the first place. Whatever we
do we have an exact record of doing and so we know the way to reverse it. In
your case, we do not need to do anything really major or radical, anyway. The
biggest problem here, which we don't face all the time, is that you might be
subjected to tests available to someone who knows of and has some access to our
technology. In effect, it must be so perfect that even we can't detect what
we've done. This fellow Vogel is a paranoid and sadist at best. You must hold up
to get close to him, and even though he doesn't know we've made him as a
traitor, he's bound to have been even more cautious and paranoid because of his
fear of discovery. Let me show you something." He reached down, pushed a button,
and pointed.
The place where he pointed flickered, then took on an outline of a woman that
quickly faded in and became solid and real three-dimensional. It was a black
woman, stark naked, and still as death.
"That is who you have to be," Jamispur told me.
I looked hard at the woman, seein' now that it was just some kinda 3-D
photograph. "Don't look much like me," I said. "That hair's long and straight. I
never could get mine straight long enough to do much with it. Complexion's
wrong, too, and she got a damn sight better figure than me or what you're gonna
get out of me in two weeks."
"You underestimate yourself. No one really sees themselves as others see them. I
know you're not all that modest about yourself or you wouldn't have taken this
job. Will you disrobe and go stand next to the image, on that small dot in the
floor, there?"
I did it-hell, he was gonna see more of me than this-and went over. The woman's
picture didn't look so real right up close, kinda faded and with lines like bad
tuning on the TV. There was a click, and he said, "Now come back over here and
we'll look at what we've got."
I came back over and turned, and saw two women standin' there. The other one was
me, but the doc was right-it really didn't look right, somehow. I started