"Dafydd ab Hugh, Brad Linaweawer DOOM: Hell on Earth (english)" - читать интересную книгу автораgo down in a very nonstoic way, kicking death in the
groin if I could only line up my shot. I looked inside those boxes—big ones, little ones, all kinds of in-between ones—and an idea grew in my head, a few words slipping out. "I wonder if it still might be possible to seize the objective," I muttered. Arlene heard, too. "Huh? What do you mean, seize the objective?" I was only half listening. The little voice in the back of my head drowned her out with some really crazy stuff: "It seems ridiculous, A.S., but it could work." 3 The stoic qualities of Arlene Sanders were better suited to facing death than being irritated by her old buddy. "Fly, what the hell are you talking about?" She stomped to where I was going through a box of thin metal cylinders, perfect for the project growing inside my head. "Yes," I said, "it really could work." Using the special tone of voice normally reserved for dealing with mentally deficient children and drunken sailors, she said: "Tell me what in God's name you're on about, Fly!" I lifted my head from the box. "When I was a kid, I bad." "Here we go down memory lane," she said with a shrug. "See, I couldn't afford the car," I said, "but I wanted one." "Real real, bad bad?" "I mean, I'd have taken anything with wheels and a transmission. If I couldn't have a six, I'd settle for four. Three, anything! But no matter how much I lowered expectations, I still couldn't afford a vehicle." "Is this going somewhere, Fly, or do I need to hitchhike back home to Mother?" "That's exactly right," I said. "I'm talking about transportation. I couldn't afford a car—but I could afford a spare part now and then, and you know how this ended up?" She put her hands on her hips, head tilted to the side, and said: "Let me guess! You collected spare parts, and collected and collected, and finally you were able to build your own F-20! Or was it an aircraft carrier? Amphibious landing craft?" I ignored her. "I built myself a car. Had a few problems; no brakes exactly, but it ran; and what a powerful sound that baby made when she turned |
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