"Frank Herbert - Operation Syndrome" - читать интересную книгу автора (Herbert Brian & Frank)

gleam of a night patrolman's brassard behind the light. The light moved to the caduceus at his
breast.
"You're out late, doctor."
The light returned to his face, winked off. Eric knew he had been photographed -- as a
matter of routine.
"Your lipstick's smudged," the patrolman said. He walked away past the elevator dome.
Inside the silent musikron: a thin man, pinched face, hating. Bitter thought: Now wasn't
that a sweet love scene! Pause. The doctor wants something to read? Wry smile. I'll provide
it. He'll have something to occupy his mind after we've gone.




Before going to bed, Eric filed a transgraph to Mrs. Bertz, his secretary, telling her to
cancel his appointments for the next day. He snuggled up to the pillow, hugging it. Sleep
avoided him. He practiced Yoga breathing. His senses remained alert. He slipped out of bed,
put on a robe and sandals. He looked at the bedside clock -- 2:05 A.M., Saturday, May 15,
1999. He thought, Just twenty-five hours ago -- nightmare. Now ... I don't know. He smiled.
Yes I do; I'm in love. I feel like a college kid.
He took a deep breath. I'm in love. He closed his eyes and looked at a memory picture of
Colleen. Eric, if you only solve this Syndrome, the world is yours. The thoughts skipped a
beat. I'm an incipient manic --
Eric ruminated. If Pete takes that musikron out of Seattle -- What then?
He snapped a finger, went to the vidiphone, called an all-night travel agency. A girl clerk
finally agreed to look up the booking dates he wanted -- for a special fee. He gave her his
billing code, broke the connection and went to the microfilm rack across from the foot of his
bed. He ran a finger down the title index, stopped at "Implications of Encephalographic Wave
Forms, A Study of the Nine Brain Pulses, by Dr. Carlos Amanti." He pushed the selector
opposite the tape, activated the screen above the rack and returned to his bed, carrying the
remote-control unit.
The first page flashed on the screen; room lights dimmed automatically. He read:
"There is a scale of vibratory impulses spanning and exceeding the human auditory range
which consistently produce emotional responses of fear in varying degrees. Certain of these
vibratory impulses -- loosely grouped under the term sounds -- test the extremes of human
emotional experience. One may say, within reason, that all emotion is response to stimulation
by harmonic movement, by oscillation.
"Many workers have linked emotions with characteristic encephalographic wave responses:
Carter's work on Zeta waves and love; Reymann on Pi waves and abstract thinking; Poulson
on the Theta Wave Index to degrees of sorrow, to name a few.
"It is the purpose of my work to trace these characteristic responses and point out what I
believe to be an entirely new direction for interpretation of -- "
Because of the late hour, Eric had expected drowsiness to overtake his reading, but his
senses grew more alert as he read. The words had the familiarity of much re-reading, but they
still held stimulation. He recalled a passage toward the end of the book, put the film on motor
feed and scanned forward to the section he wanted. He slowed the tape, returned the
controls to single-page advance; there it was:
"While working with severely disturbed patients in the teleprobe, I have found a charged
emotional feeling in the atmosphere. Others, unfamiliar with my work, have reported this same
experience. This suggests that the characteristic emanations of a disturbed mentality may
produce sympathetic reactions upon those within the unshielded field of the teleprobe.