"Что я здесь делаю?" Вдруг я подумал. Ужас. Я не мог вспомнить ничего, но здесь я был, работая на сборочной линии термо-ядерного завода. Знал я, что был Денни Филлипсом.
Это было, как будто я только что пробудился от спячки. Место охранялось и охранники были вооружены. Они выглядели, как хозяева этого бизнеса. Были и другие рабочие, но они выглядели как зомби. Они смотрелись подневольными.
Но это не имело значения. Я должен был выяснить, кто я ... что я делаю.
Я должен был уйти!
Я двинулся по полу. Один из охранников крикнул: "Вернись туда!"
Я побежал через комнату, шокировал охранника и выбежал из двери. Я слышал, пистолетные выстрелы и знал, что они стреляли в меня. Но движущая мысль сохранялась:
Я должен уйти!
Был еще один набор охранников, блокирующих другую дверь. Похоже, я был в ловушке, пока не увидел свисающий вниз трос. Я схватил его и скользил более трехсот футов до следующей посадки. Но и это не получилось хорошо. Был охранник там. Он выстрелил в меня. Я чувствовал общую слабость и головокружение ... Я упал в большую темную яму ...
Один из охранников снял шляпу и почесал голову.
"Я не знаю, Джо, я просто не знаю. Прогресс это великая вещь ... но что х-238A ... Денни Филлипс, имя ... они большие роботы ... но они идут наперекосяк, сейчас и потом, и кажется, что он что-то искал. .. почти человек. Ну что ж."
Грузовик уехал, а знак на его стороне, сказал: КУЛЬМИНАЦИЯ РОБОТА РЕМОНТ ".
Две недели спустя, Денни Филлипс вернулся на работу ... пустой взгляд в его глазах.
Но внезапно... Его глазам стало ясно ... и, подавляющая мысль пришла к нему:
Я должен уйти !!
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I’VE GOT TO GET AWAY 1960
Стивен Кинг
Я должен убраться прочь
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“What am I doing here?” Suddenly I wondered. I was terribly frightened. I could remember nothing, but here I was, working in an atomic factory assembly line. All I knew was that I was Denny Phillips. It was as if I had just awakened from a slumber. The place was guarded and the guards had guns. They looked like they meant business. There were others working and they looked like zombies. They looked like they were prisoners.
But it didn't matter. I had to find out who I was... what I was doing.
I had to get away!
I started across the floor. One of the guards yelled, “Get back there!”
I ran across the room, bowled over a guard and ran out the door. I heard gun blasts and knew they were shooting at me. But the driving thought persisted:
I've got to get away!
There was another set of guards blocking the other door. It looked like I was trapped, until I saw a boom swing down. I grabbed it and was pulled over three hundred feet to the next landing. But it was no good. There was a guard there. He shot at me. I felt all weak and dizzy... I fell into a great dark pit...
One of the guards took off his hat and scratched his head.
“I dunno Joe, I just dunno. Progress is a great thing... but that x-238A... Denny Phillips, name... they're great robots... but they go haywire, now and then, and it seems like they was looking for something... almost human. Oh well.”
A truck drove away, and the sign on its side said: ACME ROBOT REPAIR”.
Two weeks later, Denny Phillips was back on the job... blank look in his eyes. But suddenly...
His eyes become clear... and, the overwhelming thought comes to him: I'VE GOT TO GET AWAY!!
Вячеслав Толстов 16.09.2016 18:22 • Заявить о нарушении
“What am I doing here?” Suddenly I wondered. I was terribly frightened. I could remember nothing, but here I was, working in an atomic factory assembly line. All I knew was that I was Denny Phillips. It was as if I had just awakened from a slumber. The place was guarded and the guards had guns. They looked like they meant business. There were others working and they looked like zombies. They looked like they were prisoners.
But it didn't matter. I had to find out who I was... what I was doing.
I had to get away!
I started across the floor. One of the guards yelled, “Get back there!”
I ran across the room, bowled over a guard and ran out the door. I heard gun blasts and knew they were shooting at me. But the driving thought persisted:
I've got to get away!
There was another set of guards blocking the other door. It looked like I was trapped, until I saw a boom swing down. I grabbed it and was pulled over three hundred feet to the next landing. But it was no good. There was a guard there. He shot at me. I felt all weak and dizzy... I fell into a great dark pit...
One of the guards took off his hat and scratched his head.
“I dunno Joe, I just dunno. Progress is a great thing... but that x-238A... Denny Phillips, name... they're great robots... but they go haywire, now and then, and it seems like they was looking for something... almost human. Oh well.”
A truck drove away, and the sign on its side said: ACME ROBOT REPAIR”.
Two weeks later, Denny Phillips was back on the job... blank look in his eyes. But suddenly...
His eyes become clear... and, the overwhelming thought comes to him: I'VE GOT TO GET AWAY!!
Вячеслав Толстов 16.09.2016 18:22 • Заявить о нарушении