"Mack Reynolds - Ability Quotient" - читать интересную книгу автора (Reynolds Mack)

Marsh said, "Albert Alshuler, now assigned to Suite G." He looked at
Bert. "Do you have any close friends who might be inclined to call on you?"

Mystified, Bert said, "I only know one person in this whole university
city. I just got here a couple of days ago."

"What is his name? Is he registered here? How long have you known
him?"

"James Hawkins. He's a sophomore. I've know him, let's say five or six
years."

"Very good." Professor Marsh looked into the screen.

"James Hawkins, registered as a sophomore, is to have access to Suite
G."

"What the hell…" Bert began.

The professor said testily, "You'll see, you'll see," and to the screen,
"Suite G."

"Yes, Professor Marsh."

Bert gave up, temporarily, at least. He was getting fed to the gills with
all this razzle. He bent his knees to accommodate to the acceleration, and
then again. And again. He looked at his guide. "What floor is this Suite G.
on, anyway?"

"Top."

Bert pursed his lips. He had already come to understand that the level
of the floor on which you have your quarters was a status symbol even
superior to what building you were in here in Mid-West University City.

"By the way, what's the name of this building? Just in case I might
want to come home some night?"

"Sarcasm does not become you, Mr. Alshuler. This is the
Administration Building."

A suite on the top floor of the Ad building. He thought they were
reserved for gods.

Marsh said, as though just remembering, "This elevator is the one you
will always use. The others don't go as high as your floor. This is
semi-restricted."
 Bert was suitably impressed but couldn't think of anything to say.

The elevator began to decelerate and shortly they emerged into a swank