" Perry Rhodan 0069 - (61) Death Awaits in Semispace" - читать интересную книгу автора (Perry Rhodan)

Homunk had advised him that the cell renewal had to be undergone again every 62 years if it were to
remain effective and continue to ward off the deterioration of age.

Those 62 years would be up in 8 days.

8 frightfully short days, fraught with destiny.

Without Wanderer and its wonder-working entity, death lay waiting for the Administrator of the Solar
Empire and his 2nd-in-command, just a week and a day away.

Perry Rhodan had already lost invaluable time, following the trail of Pel through an alien time-plane. He
had obtained information about the planet’s galactic position only at the penultimate moment.

TheDrusus had immediately shot off to seek out the artificial planet.

Considered rationally, there could be no doubt whatsoever that Wanderer was to be found somewhere
within 10 lems—10 light-minutes—of the ship… a radius of 180,000,000 kilometres. The information
obtained from the captured Druuf robot had indicated as much without any possibility of error.

But Perry Rhodan had increased the range of the sensor to 25 lems—and the depths of space
nevertheless remained devoid of planetary mass.

The command centre of theDrusus was fully manned. Feverish activity reigned at every post where one
could hope the equipment might unravel the mystery of the vanished planet Pel—the Wanderer. Matter
sensors microwave and hypercom locating devices operated, radiating their waves, but no echo returned.
Wanderer remained hidden. Meanwhile, the astrogation section had reported that the transition had
smoothly taken place and the ship had arrived with minuscule error at its intended destination. There
seemed to be only one explanation: the information taken from the captured Druuf robot had been
wrong. Either the Druufs themselves did not know where Wanderer had gone or else the robot had the
ability to falsify programmed information when it realized an alien wanted it.

The first faint clue as to the fate of the artificial world came from a direction no one would have
suspected. While Perry Rhodan was busy expanding the radius of the matter sensor, which in reality was
no more than an indicator of gravitational fields, to 50 light-minutes, the red cell-light on the intercom
screen on the upper edge of the pilot’s console lit up. Rhodan closed the connection with a mechanical
hand movement and looked absentmindedly at the face appearing on the screen.

"Structural sensor station, sir! Sgt. Sullivan reporting," said the man. "Our equipment is registering an
effect we’ve never observed before, sir. I thought it important enough to call you directly."

Rhodan nodded. It still seemed unlikely to him that of all things the structure sensor would have
discovered something in connection with the disappearance of the planet Wanderer but in the present
situation he could not let even the slightest clue go by without taking a look at it. "Describe your readings
and show me the oscillogram. Or is there an oscillogram?"

Sgt. Sullivan looked unhappy. "Yes, there is one," he admitted hesitantly, "but it looks as though the
oscilloscope is deranged."
Rhodan smiled. "Show it to me, anyway."

Sullivan’s face disappeared and a few seconds went by while he connected the vidscreen with the