"Herbert, Frank - The Eyes of Heisenberg" - читать интересную книгу автора (Herbert Brian & Frank)

'Yes, Calapine,' Allgood said.
'Your agents did not see it, yet we knew it had to be,' Calapine said. She turned to scan the instruments of the control center, returned her attention to Allgood. 'Say now why this was.'
Allgood sighed. 'I have no excuses, Calapine. The men have been censured.'
'Say now why the nurse acted thus,' Calapine ordered.
Allgood wet his lips with his tongue, glanced at Boumour and Igan. They looked at the floor. He looked back to Calapine, at her face shimmering within the globe. 'We were unable to discover her motives, Calapine.'
'Unable?' Nourse demanded.
'She... ahh... ceased to exist during the interrogation, Nourse,' Allgood said. As the Tuyere stiffened, sitting bolt upright in their thrones, he added, 'A flaw in her genetic cutting, so the pharmacists tell me.'
'A profound pity,' Nourse said, settling back.
Igan looked up, blurted, 'It could've been a deliberate self-erasure, Nourse.'
That damn' fool! Allgood thought.
But Nourse stared now at Igan. 'You were present, Igan?'
'Boumour and I administered the narcotics,'
And she died, Igan thought. But we did not kill her. She died and we'll be blamed for it. Where could she have learned the trick of stopping her own heart? Only Cyborgs are supposed to know and teach it.
'Deliberate... self-erasure?' Nourse asked. Even when considered indirectly, the idea held terrifying implications.
'Max!' Calapine said. 'Say now if you used excessive... cruelty.' She leaned forward, wondering why she wanted him to admit barbarity.
'She suffered nothing, Calapine;' Allgood said. Calapine sat back disappointed. Could he be lying? She read her instruments: Calmness. He wasn't lying. 'Pharmacist,' Nourse said, 'explain your opinion.' 'We examined her carefully,' Igan said. 'It couldn't have been the narcotics. There's no way...' 'Some of us think it was a genetic flaw,' Boumour said. 'There's disagreement,' Igan said. He glanced at Allgood, feeling the man's disapproval. It had to be done, though. The Optimen must be made to know disquiet. When they could be tricked into acting emotionally, they made mistakes. The plan called for them to make mistakes now. They must be put off balance - subtly, delicately.
'Your opinion. Max?' Nourse asked. He watched carefully. They'd been getting poorer models lately, doppelganger degeneration.
'We've already taken cellular matter, Nourse,' Allgood said, 'and are growing a duplicate. If we get a true copy, well check the question of genetic flaw.'
'It is a pity the doppelganger won't have the original's memories,' Nourse said.
'Pity of pities,' Calapine said. She looked at Schruille. 'Is this not true, Schruille?'
Schruille looked up at her without answering. Did she think she could bait him the way she did the merest
This woman had a mate?' Nourse asked.
'Yes, Nourse,' Allgood said.
'Fertile union?'
'No, Nourse,' Allgood said. 'A Sterrie.'
'Compensate the mate,' Nourse said. 'Another woman, a bit of leisure. Let him think she was loyal to us.'
Allgood nodded, said, 'We are giving him a woman, Nourse, who will keep him under constant surveillance.'
A trill of laughter escaped Calapine. 'Why has no one mentioned this Potter, the genetic engineer?' she asked.
'I was coming to him, Calapine,' Allgood said. 'Has anyone examined the embryo?' Schruille asked, looking up suddenly.
'No, Schruille Allgood said.
'Why not?'
'If this is a concerted action to escape genetic controls, Schruille, we don't want members of the organization to know we suspect them. Not yet. First, we must learn all about these people - the Durants, their friends. Potter... everyone.'
'But the embryo's the key to the entire thing,' Schruille said. 'What was done to it? What is it?'
'It is bait, Schruille,' Allgood said.
'Bait?'
'Yes, Schruille, to catch whoever else may be involved.'
'But what was done to it?'
'How can that matter, Schruille, as long as we can... as long as we have complete control over it.'
The embryo is being guarded most adroitly, I hope,' Nourse said.
'Most adroitly, Nourse.'
'Send the pharmacist Svengaard to us,' Calapine ordered. 'Svengaard... Calapine?' Allgood asked. 'You need not know why,' she said. 'Merely send him.'
'Yes, Calapine.'
She stood up to signify the end of the interview. The acolytes turned around, still swinging their thuribles, prepared now to escort the meres from the hall. But Calapine was not finished. She stared at Allgood, said, 'Look at me. Max.'
He looked, recognizing that strange, studying set to her eyes.
'Am I not beautiful?' she asked.
Allgood stared at her, the slender figure with its outlines softened by the robe and curtains of power within the globe. She was beautiful as were many Optimen females. But the beauty repelled him with its threatening perfection. She would live indefinitely, already had lived forty or fifty thousand years. But one day his lesser flesh would reject the medical replacements and the enzyme prescriptions. He would die while she went on and on and on.
His lesser flesh rejected her.
'You are beautiful, Calapine,' he said.
'Your eyes never admit it,' she said.
'What do you want, Cal?' Nourse asked. 'Do you want this... do you want Max?'