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

Bert Alshuler was indignant. "You mean to tell me you haven't worked
this out any further than that?"

"We'll look into it further. It's not important. Now, how far did you get
yesterday?"

Bert glared at him. "Through that math, through elementary ethnology
and ancient history one. If I hadn't been bombed with that drink, I
probably…"

"All right, all right," Marsh cut him off. He bent over his briefcase and
began extracting medical equipment. "You are doing even better than we
had hoped."

"Listen, who's we, and what's this all about?"

"All in good time."

"All in good time, hell. I want an answer, Marsh. For all I know, this
turn on, turn off stuff will turn my brain into mush after a few sessions.
It's obviously based on some psychedelic—"

"No, not exactly. We've gone far beyond the early psychedelics."

"Kay. It's not my field, but I object to being the first customer cruising
through this rat maze. I want some answers. "

The professor was loading a hypodermic nonchalantly. "I'm afraid it is
not my position to tell you, Alshuler. In good time, I am sure Leonard Katz
will make you privy to the fullest details."

Bert stared bafflement at him.

"Your trousers, please," Marsh told him.

The other ignored him and stabbed him expertly and took up another
needle. "Have no fears."

"What do you mean, have no fears? I take up a glass of whiskey and it
knocks me for a loop. How do I know what comes next? You're lousing up
my metabolism, or whatever you call it First thing I know, I'll break my
arm picking my nose, or something."

"Very amusing, I'm sure," Marsh murmured, returning his things to his
briefcase. "And now, I'll drop in on you the same time tomorrow."

"Wait a minute," Bert snapped. But the other was gone.
 The younger man stared after him in high irritation.

Something came to him. He reversed his engines and went into the