"Jerry Davis - The Code of the Beast" - читать интересную книгу автора (Davis Jerry)

"I want to watch Travels a little longer," Sheila said.
"It's two in the morning."
Sheila's expression softened. Now she was pouting. "Can't I
watch it for just a little bit?"
"Sheila, look! Even if I go to sleep right now, I'll only get
three-and-a-half hours in before I have to get up and go to work!"
"Please?"
"I don't function well with only three-and-a-half hours
sleep! Can't you understand that?"
"Oh, come on --- please?" She made a big pout.
Dodd tromped angrily over to the video components and turned
them back on. He adjusted the volume and said, "Please don't turn
this up." He walked out of the room and down the hall to his
bedroom, closing the door behind him and falling into bed.
Within minutes she had turned the volume up.
Dodd was angry for a while, but then he relaxed as the music
worked on him. It was nice, really. It was also haunting, seeming
to spin through time from eternity, passing through him and on
. . . it was sparking, pure. It brought images to mind of the
rolling Travels sphere, flashing its colors as it bounced along a
virgin beach, bouncing on and on, never slowing, never stopping,
taking him into his dreams, becoming his dreams, displacing his
dreams.




2. MUTANT



The setting sun was fat, red --- a globe of hell descending
to the ocean.
And he was staring at it.
His eyes began to char and burn in his head.
Saul exhaled sharply and forced himself to look away. The
setting sun was real despite the effects of the drug. It was real
and he shouldn't be staring at it. He held his left hand against
his closed eyes and felt a distant sensation of pain. Colors swam
under his eyelids, brightly glowing shapes and patterns, shifting
and melting and forming new ones. His right hand held his drink;
he took a sip and then blindly sat it down where he could find it
again without having to open his eyes. Over the railing came the
distant booming hiss of ocean waves crashing ashore --- the sound
was altered by the Mataphin drug, giving him the distinct
impression of someone whispering to him through a cardboard tube.
Saul took several long, deep breaths, easing his muscles,
relaxing and clearing his mind. The patterns became less random,
the colors more subdued. In the center of his mind's eye he
imagined a sphere, the Travels sphere, imagined it rolling along.