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Robert A. Heinlein - The Cat Who Walked Through Walls
Atec Февраль 29 2008 20:18:18
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And glad to stay there!
For the first time in years I was experiencing earth-normal weight.
Correction: I had felt a few moments of it yesterday in the ballistic tube,
a few more in that U-Pushit clunker. Budget Jets Seventeen, and about an hour of
it in Old MacDonald's Farm four days earlier. But this time sudden heaviness
caught me by surprise and did not go away. I had lost blood and found it hard to
breathe and was dizzy again.
I was feeling sorry for myself when I saw Gretchen's face;
she looked both scared and wretchedly ill. Xia was saying, "Get your head
down, dear. Lie down by Richard; that's best. Richard, can you scrunch over a
little? I would like to lie down, too; I don't feel well."
So I found myself with a cuddlesome wench on each side of me and I didn't
feel a dum bit like cuddling. I'm supposed to be trained to fight in
accelerations up to two full gravities, twelve times that of Luna. But that was
years ago and I'd had over five years of soft, sedentary living at low gravity.
It seems certain that Xia and Gretchen were just as uninterested in
bundling.
My beloved arrived carrying our miniature maple. She placed it on a stand,
blew me a kiss, and started sprinkling it. "Xia, let me draw a lukewarm tub for
you two born Loonies; you both can get into it."
Hazel's words caused me to look around. We were in a "bathroom
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