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Roger Zelazny. Sign of chaos
Atec Ноябрь 07 2007 02:48:28
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. "But if you
decide that you do want help-or if you just want to talk-come and see me."
"Well taken," I said. "I'll see you at dinner."
"Later, too, I hope," she said, as I passed her and turned down the
hall.
What had she meant by that last bit? I wondered. Was she talking
assignation? If so, her motives seemed awfully transparent. Or was she
merely expressing her desire for information? I was not certain.
As I passed along the hallway in the direction of my rooms I noted an
odd lighting phenomenon ahead of me: A bright white band about six or eight
inches in width ran up both walls, across the ceiling, and over the floor. I
slowed as I neared it, wondering whether someone had introduced a new method
of illuminating the place in my absence.
As I stepped over the band on the floor, everything disappeared, except
for the light itself, which resolved into a perfect circle, flipped once
about me and settled on a level with my feet, myself at its center. The
world appeared beyond the circle, suddenly, and it looked as if it were made
of green glass formed into a dome. The surface on which I stood was reddish,
irregular and moist in the pale light. It was not until a large fish swam by
that I realized I might be underwater, standing on a ridge of coral.
"This is pretty as all hell," I said, "but I was trying to get to my
apartment
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