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Robert A. Heinlein - The Cat Who Walked Through Walls
Atec Февраль 29 2008 20:18:18
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. She
smiled as I caught her eye. "I'm Minerva. What will you have for breakfast?
Hazel told me that waffles would please you. But you can have anything you
like."
"'Anything'?" I considered it. "How about a brontosaurus roasted over a
slow fire?"
"Yes, surely. But that will take longer to prepare than waffles," she
answered with perfect seriousness. "Some tidbits while you wait?"
"Go along with you; quit pulling my leg. Speaking of legs, have you seen my
artificial foot? Before I eat breakfast I must visit the refresher... and I must
have my cork foot to do that. This gravity, you know."
Minerva told me bluntly what to do about it. "This bed has a built-in
refresher and you can't use the usual refresher anyhow; you are under spinal
block from the waist down. But our arrangements are efficient, truly. So go
ahead. Whatever you need to do."
"Uh... I can't." (Truly I could not. When they cut off my foot, the
hospital corpsmen had a hell of a time with me. Finally they equipped me with
catheter and honey tube until I was able to get as far as the jakes on
crutches.)
"You will find that you can. And that it will be all right."
"Uh-" (I couldn't stir either leg, neither the short one nor the long one.)
"Mistress Minerva, may I have an ordinary hospital-type bed urinal?"
She looked troubled. "If you wish. But it will not be useful
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