"Mack Reynolds - Ability Quotient" - читать интересную книгу автора (Reynolds Mack)Doctor Smith looked at Bert. "How long will it take you to pack?" "About two minutes. I'm already packed. But why?" "I haven't the time to go into details now. Please get your things and come with me." Bert shrugged his disgust and began putting the few odds and ends he had removed from his bags, back into them. He had two medium large suitcases and a highly battered smaller one. He handed the smaller one to the self-named Doctor Smith. "Here you are, Ralph," he said. The other took it, as though grudgingly, possibly because it looked so very proletarian compared to his get-up. But he led the way out the door and to the elevator banks, and jittered unhappily, looking up and down the hall, while they waited. In the elevator, he said into the screen, "Metro," and the robot voice said, "Yes, Professor Marsh." Bert looked at him and laughed. "One hell of a cloak and dagger man you turned out to be," he said. "What's all this about?" Smith, John or otherwise, flushed in irritation. "I'll tell you all you are to know when we get you to your new quarters." "What was wrong with the old ones? I was satisfied." "You'll see." Alshuler gave up and held his peace. Shortly, they arrived in the Parthenon Building's metro station and his guide dialed a two-seater. They put the bags in the luggage rack and took their places on the seats. Marsh dialed the little vehicle's controls and they took off through the automated underground. Bert didn't bother to ask where they were going. He was moderately surprised at himself, but then in the army he had learned to follow instructions. They entered another metro station, took up the bags again and approached the elevator banks. Bert followed Marsh to the far end and to an elevator that seemed somewhat smaller in cubic content than the others. They stepped inside. Marsh said, "Stand in front of the screen." Bert's eyebrows went up a bit, but he followed orders. |
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