"C M Kornbluth - The Luckiest Man In Denv" - читать интересную книгу автора (Kornbluth C M)

"You're a well-made boy, Reuben. Do you have women?"

"Yes, sir," said Reuben hastily. "One after another-I always have women. I'm making up at this time to a
charming thing called Selene. Well-rounded, yet firm, soft but supple, with long red hair and long white
legs-"

"Spare me the details," muttered the general. "It takes all kinds. An Atomist, you said. That has a future,
to be sure. I myself was a Controller long ago. The calling seems to have gone out of fashion-"

Abruptly the alarm stopped. The silence was hard to bear.



May swallowed and went on: "-for some reason or other. Why don't youngsters elect for Controller any
more? Why didn't you, for instance?"

Reuben wished he could be saved by a direct hit. The binoculars, Selene, the raid, and now he was
supposed to make intelligent conversation with a general.

"I really don't know, sir," he said miserably. "At the time thejre seemed to be very little
difference-Controller, Atomist, Missiler, Maintainer. We have a saying, 'The buttons are different,' which
usually ends any conversation on the subject."

"Indeed?" asked May distractedly. His face was thinly filmed with sweat. "Do you suppose Ellay intends
to clobber us this time?" he asked almost hoarsely. "It's been some weeks since they made a maximum
effort, hasn't it?"
 "Four," said Reuben. "I remember because one of my best Servers was killed by a falling corridor
roof-the only fatality and it had to happen to my team!"

He laughed nervously and realized that he was talking like a fool, but May seemed not to notice.

Far below them, there was a series of screaming whistles as the interceptors were loosed to begin their
intricate, double basketwork wall of defense in a towering cylinder about Denv.

"Go on, Reuben," said May. "That was most interesting." His eyes were searching the underside of the
steel table.

Reuben averted his own eyes from the frightened face, feeling some awe drain out of him. Under a table
with a general! It didn't seem so strange now.

"Perhaps, sir, you can tell me what a puzzling thing, that happened this afternoon, means. A
fellow-Rudolph's man Almon, of the eighty-ninth level-gave me a pair of binoculars that flashed in my
eyes and then went opaque. Has your wide experience-"

May laughed hoarsely and said in a shaky voice: "That old trick! He was photographing your retinas for
the blood-vessel pattern. One of Rudolph's men, eh? I'm glad you spoke to me; I'm old enough to spot a
revival like that. Perhaps my good friend Rudolph plans-"

There was a thudding volley hi the air and then a faint jar. One had got through, exploding, from the feel
of it, far down at the foot of Denv.