Книга только для ознакомления
."
"Now really, old man, when a person is missing after a mutie raid, it's a common-sense assumption that he has made the Trip."
"O.K., O.K., skip it. Why didn't Mort Tyler take over in the meantime?"
"He's in the Converter."
"Killed, eh? But who ordered him put in the Converter? That much mass will make a terrific peak in the load."
"I did, in place of Hugh Hoyland. Their masses were nearly the same, and your requisition for the mass of Hugh Hoyland was unfilled."
"Nearly the same isn't good enough in handling the Converter. I'll have to check on it." He started to rise.
"Don't get excited," said Narby. "I'm not an utter fool in engineering, you know. I ordered his mass to be trimmed according to the same schedule you had laid out for Hoyland."
"Well, all right. That will do for now. But I will have to check it. We can't afford to waste mass."
"Speaking of waste mass," Narby said sweetly, "I found a couple of Unnecessary books in your desk."
"Well?"
"They are classed as mass available for power, you know."
"So? And who is the custodian of mass allocated for power?"
"You are certainly. But what were they doing in your desk?"
"Let me point out to you, my dear Captain's Best Boy, that it lies entirely within my discretion where I choose to store mass available for power."
"Hm-m-m. I suppose you are right. By the way, if you don't need them for the power schedule at once, would you mind letting me read them?"
"Not at all, if you want to be reasonable about it
|
