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Robert A. Heinlein - The Cat Who Walked Through Walls
Atec Февраль 29 2008 20:18:18
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Happy Anniversary, darling!"
We stopped to swap some spit and Hazel cried and my eyes got watery.
Breakfast was swell. That's all the description I can give it because Gwen
Hazel decided to treat me to Tertian cooking and consulted with Dora under a
hushfield, and I et what was sot before me, as the Iowa farmer had carved on his
tombstone. And so did Pixel, who had some specials that looked like garbage to
me but tasted like ambrosia to him, as proved by his behavior.
We had just finished our second cups of-no, it was not coffee-and were
about to slip over to the Long mansion for my "special treat," i.e., for me to
meet my new daughter, Wyoming Long... when Dora spoke up:
"Advisory notice: Time line, date, time, and location. Official. Please
prepare to set your timepieces on the tick." Hazel looked surprised, hurriedly
grabbed her handbag, dug into it, pulled out a something I had not seen before.
Call it a chronometer. "We are in a stationary orbit around Tellus, Sol in, in
time line three, coded 'Neil Armstrong.' The date is Tuesday the first of July-"
"My God! We're back where we started! Our wedding day!"
"Quiet, dear! Please!"
"-Gregorian. Repeat: Time line three, Sol ID, July first, 2177 Gregorian.
At the tick it will be zone five, oh nine forty-five. Tick! Those equipped to
receive sonic close correction, wait for the tone-"
It started with a low note and squealed on up until it hurt my ears
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