" Perry Rhodan 0019 - (13) The Immortal Unknown" - читать интересную книгу автора (Perry Rhodan)

"Determine our position according to transition coordinate ground values. Calculate relativity factor of
transition time. Survey star in sight. Transmit data. Carry out mass probings, search for possible planets.
Stop. Evaluate immediately."

The ship’s robot brain acknowledged receipt of the rapid acoustic programming. The verbal concepts
were converted into mathematical symbols in the innards of the giant ship. Thus the positronic brain was
fed the correct basic information for its calculations.

Rhodan glanced in passing at the control dials of the super robot. The machine was humming and
functioning normally. It would determine faster than an entire team of scientists whether the transition had
been indeed successful and investigate the reasons that the strange occurrence had taken place.

Rhodan sank back into the massive pilot seat. The engines of the spaceship—a sphere with a half-mile
diameter—rumbled at zero output. Only the power station in sector II was running at full capacity. It had
to furnish the electric current for the numerous auxiliary motors and the enormous amounts of energy
required for the defence screens of the supergiant. It indicated that the reentrance manoeuvre into the
normal continuum of four-dimensional space had succeeded without a flaw.

Stardust IIraced, approaching the speed of light, toward the still distant sun.

It was suspended on the front screen of the circular observation system in a splendour of unreal
radiance. Apparently, mighty explosions were occurring on the star. Ultra-high protuberances seemed to
shoot far out into space.

"If this ball of fire doesn’t soon turn into a gigantic atom bomb, I’ll swallow the wholeStardust like a
headache pill," somebody said with a hoarse and scratchy voice.

Rhodan turned around. Bell had quietly awakened. His wide freckled face resembled a faded blotch of
colour. His rusty bristles of hair rose even higher than usual from his terribly pale forehead.

Bell coughed and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Any pain?" Rhodan inquired solicitously. "If so, where at?"

"None," Bell replied laconically. "I feel like a tender little rooster who lumped out of the cook’s frying
pan at the last moment; with plucked feathers, of course Do you follow me?"

Rhodan grinned fleetingly. That was just like Bell.

"Everybody’s asleep in the neighbourhood, huh?" the squat man growled."Give me your energy blaster,
Chief. I left mine in the gun locker."

Rhodan’s eyes narrowed. Bell displayed a peculiar smile. It was too frozen to look genuine.

"What for?"

Bell creakily got up from the seat of the second astronaut. He gazed at the screen, studied the image of
the flaming sun and answered quietly:

"I’m sorry, but I’ll have to shoot Pucky. I hope you realize that mouse-beaver’s played one of his