"Dick - We Can Remember it For You Wholesale" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dick Phillip K)"They're right."
Quail said, "I never made any trip. It's a false memory- chain improperly planted in me by McClane's technicians." But then he thought of the box, in his desk drawer, containing the Martian life forms. And the trouble and hardship he had had gathering them. The memory seemed real. And the box of life forms; that certainly was real. Unless McClane had planted it. Perhaps this was one of the "proofs" which McClane had talked glibly about. The memory of my trip to Mars, he thought, doesn't convince mebut unfortunately it has convinced the Inter- plan Police Agency. They think I really went to Mars and they think I at least partially realize it. "We not only know you went to Mars," the Interplan cop agreed, in answer to his thoughts, "but we know that you now remember enough to be difficult for us. And there's no use expunging your conscious memory of all this, because if we do you'll simply show up at Rekal, Incorporated again and start over. And we can't do anything about McClane and his operation because we have no jurisdiction over anyone except our own people. Anyhow, McClane hasn't committed any crime." He eyed Quail. "Nor, technically, have you. You didn't go to Rekal, Incorporated with the idea of regaining your memory; you went, as we realize, for the usual reason people go therea love by plain, dull people for adventure." you've already had too much excitement; the last thing in the universe you needed was a course from Rekal, Incorporated. Nothing could have been more lethal for you or for us. And, for that matter, for McClane." Quail said. "Why is it 'difficult' for you if I remember my tripmy alleged tripand what I did there?" "Because," the Interplan harness bull said, "what you did is not in accord with our great white all-protecting father public image. You did, for us, what we never do. As you'll presently rememberthanks to narkidrme. That box of dead worms and algae has been sitting in your desk drawer for six months, ever since you got back. And at no time have you shown the slightest curiosity about it. We didn't even know you had it until you remembered it on your way home from Rekal; then we came here on the double to look for it." He added, unnecessarily, "Without any luck; there wasn't enough time." A second Interplan cop joined the first one; the two briefly conferred. Meanwhile, Quail thought rapidly. He did re- . member more, now; the cop had been right about narkidrine. TheyInterplanprobably used it themselves. Probably? He knew darn well they did; he had seen them putting a prisoner on it. Where would that be? Somewhere on Terra? More likely Luna, he decided, viewing the image rising from his highly defectivebut rapidly less somemory. |
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