"Jerry Sohl - I, Aleppo" - читать интересную книгу автора (Sohl Jerry)

kissed by that girl again." She walked away from his answer.

Gary grimaced, got up and followed her into the lab. Why Kate should
be jealous of a girl who lived only for a few moments in his dreams was
beyond him. But he never pretended to understand women.



"This is a helical scan for a change," Sam Nevis said as they all began to
position themselves in chairs beneath the transparent helmet monitors.
The see-through arrangement made it possible for an auditor to cut off
the dream and see what was going on in the lab itself simply by opening
his eyes. Life-sign variations could then be monitored at the same time as
the dream was being observed.

"There was dropout," Max Easton said as he slid into his seat. "Did you
do anything about that?"

Sam nodded. "We compensated. There was also a little high chroma
you might not have caught because the eye compensated. We fixed that,
too."

"All right," Easton said, looking around at the others while Sam seated
himself beneath his own unit in front of the control console. "You can
begin any time."

For Gary the dream was different now that he was merely an observer.
It was really very much like a movie in which the viewer was the camera.
What had been recorded was what Gary had seen and experienced and it
was this dream that was now being projected for them all to see for the
second time. This time the dream could be stopped whenever the
observers wished.

There he was in the B-17, a gossamer image, as if it were being seen
through a silk screen, which is the way it was with most of the dreams.
The German fighter planes and the accompanying sounds were there and
the wind rushed by as Gary had experienced it. The projected dream was
accompanied by every emotion Gary had felt. At the moment, it was one of
near megalomania. He was the head of everything airborne in that war
theater on the Allied side. He wondered why he'd cast himself in that role.

Then came the crises, one after another: the bombs not falling, the
cannon shell from one of the fighters crashing through and exploding in
the cockpit, wounding him. It was all very real, even more real, the second
time. Gary opened his eyes to look over at Easton, but Easton had his eyes
closed and was concentrating on the dream.

Gary experienced the anger he felt in the dream, and the feeling of
exultation he had had at bringing the plane in at Ludham to the plaudits
of the crowd.