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Robert A. Heinlein - The Cat Who Walked Through Walls
Atec Февраль 29 2008 20:18:18
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. "Come in, dear. Better
leave the duffel bag across the threshold for now, so that the door won't pucker
up. It's dark inside."
I followed her in. The only light inside was from the screen on her
terminal: ALL SERVICES SUSPENDED
She ignored it and dug into her purse, brought out a finger torch, then
used its light to get into a drawer in her buttery, took out a long, slender
screwdriver, a pair ofAutoloc tweezers, a nameless tool that may have been
homemade, and a pair of high-pot gloves in her slender size. "Richard, will you
hold the light for me, pretty please?"
The access plate she wished to reach was high up over her microwaver and
was locked and decorated with the usual signs warning tenants against even
looking cross-eyed at it, much less touching it, with incantations of "Danger!
Do Not Tamper- Call Maintenance," etc. Gwen climbed up, sat on the oven top, and
opened the access plate with just a touch; the lock apparently had been disabled
earlier.
Then she worked very quietly save for that monotonous little hum, plus an
occasional request for me to move the torch light. Once she produced a really
spectacular fireworks display which caused her to cluck reprovingly and murmur,
"Naughty, naughty. Mustn't do that to Gwen." She then worked most slowly for a
few more moments. The compartment's lights came on, accompanied by that gentle
purr of a live room- air, micromotors, etc
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