" Perry Rhodan 0029 - (22) Fleet of the Springers" - читать интересную книгу автора (Perry Rhodan)

from the generator side and a five-dimensional output to the transmitter side.
What went on in between the circuits was among the most difficult processes to
understand. There were only two or three people on Earth besides Rhodan who
had the expertise required for the converter aggregate and none of the three
cadets were among them. "No go," Hifield sighed resignedly. This was the
result Tiff had expected. "Keep the receiver tuned in anyway!" he reminded
them. After awhile he came to see that the destroyer would cross the
imaginary line between the centres of gravity of the two suns approximately
midway, which meant that they would pass a few thousand miles closer to the
surface of the orange-coloured giant since it was considerably larger than the
blue dwarf. So far Tiff had been unable to locate any planets, since some of
his most important navigation instruments, especially the long distance
rangefinder, had become inoperable. However, Tiff was not overly concerned
about it. He had noticed from aboard the Orla XI that this star system
possessed a planet. Systems with one plant only occurred very rarely and it
was, therefore, fairly safe to assume that there were other satellites
present. The vital question was, though, whether the destroyer would
perchance get close enough to one to risk a change of course and to make a
landing attempt. Of course all this would have to happen before the critical
time of 15 hours had expired. Eventually Felicita ceased crying, which
provided great relief for everybody. After an hour had elapsed, Tiff said
with a tired voice: "Fourteen hours left. Go to sleep if you can! Later on
we'll have to be wide awake." .... A terrific wave of unchained gravity
surged into the small room at the instant Khrest had sounded his warning. The
soldier collapsed, moaning. The floor shook as he went down. Khrest was
brought to his knees. Rhodan alone was able to stay on his feet. Khrest's
first shout had prepared him for the worst. Nobody reacted faster than Perry
Rhodan. But the terrible pull weakened him more and more. Rhodan carefully
lowered himself to the floor and lay flat on his back. He tried to regulate
his breathing The attempt was successful. Rhodan felt jabbing pains with
every movement of his lungs but his breath kept flowing and his life was
maintained. Rhodan tried to remember what he knew about gravity
time-bombs. Gravity time-bombs were insidious weapons whose purpose was to
pin down an opponent until the user had gained enough time to return with
reinforcements or to slowly torture a victim to death. How foolish of me,
Rhodan thought, wondering at the same time about the slowness with which his
mind worked under the influence of the increased gravity. I should've
anticipated that they'd lay a trap in this wreck. With a tremendous effort he
turned his head around enough so that he could get a glimpse of the bomb. The
searchlights of Khrest and the soldier had fallen out of their hands and lay
broken on the floor. His own lamp was still shining at his side. Although it
was not pointed at the bomb it bathed the entire room in light. The shell of
the bomb was about three feet long. It was cylindrical with a diameter of
about one foot. A ridiculously small object like that can produce such an
immense amount of gravitational energy, Rhodan thought. He estimated the
pressure prevailing in the room at about 15 to 20 G. In any case it was too
much to let him move a hand. Rhodan noticed that the gravitational force was
still growing. He tried to estimate the rate of increase and guessed that it
amounted to about 0.1 G per minute. He could have erred by a factor of 2 or
3. Nevertheless the time would soon come-and at this point in his deliberation