"Dick - We Can Remember it For You Wholesale" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dick Phillip K)are implanted. Something which would act to satisfy my
craving," he said. "That's been proved; that's probably why you initially hired me. But you ought to be able to come up with something elsesomething equal. I was the richest man on Terra but I finally gave all my money to educational foundations. Or I was a famous deep-space explorer. Any- thing of that sort; wouldn't one of those do?" Silence. "Try it," he said desperately. "Get some of your top-notch military psychiatrists; explore my mind. Find out what my most expansive daydream is." He tried to think. "Women," he said. "Thousands of them, like Don Juan had. An interplane- tary playboya mistress in every city on Earth, Luna and Mars. Only I gave that up, out of exhaustion. Please," he begged. "Try it." "You'd voluntarily surrender, then?" the voice inside his head asked. "If we agreed to arrange such a solution? If it's possible?" After an interval of hesitation he said, "Yes." I'll take the risk, he said to himself. That you don't simply kill me. "You make the first move," the voice said presently. "Turn yourself over to us. And we'll investigate that line of possibil- ity. If we can't do it, however, if your authentic memories begin to crop up again as they've done at this time, then" There was silence and then the voice finished, "We'll have to want to try?" "Yes," he said. Because the alternative was death now and for certain. At least this way he had a chance, slim as it was. "You present yourself at our main barracks in New York," the voice of the Interplan cop resumed. "At 580 Fifth Avenue, floor twelve. Once you've surrendered yourself we'll have our psychiatrists begin on you; we'll have personality-profile tests made. We'll attempt to determine your absolute, ultimate fantasy wishand then we'll bring you back to Rekal, Incorporated, here; get them in on it, fulfilling that wish in vicarious surrogate retrospection. Andgood luck. We do owe you something; you acted as a capable instrument for us." The voice lacked malice; if anything, they the organizationfelt sympathy toward him. "Thanks," Quail said. And began searching for a robot cab. "Mr. Quail," the stern-faced, elderly Interplan psychiatrist said, "you possess a most interesting wish-fulfillment dream fantasy. Probably nothing such as you consciously entertain or suppose. This is commonly the way; I hope it won't upset you too much to hear about it." The senior ranking Interplan officer present said briskly, "He better not be too much upset to hear about it, not if he expects not to get shot." |
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