van Vogt, A. E. / Ван Вогт, Альфред - Собрание сочинений (140 произведений) [1939-2021, fb2/epub ENG]

The Book of Ptath (= Two Hundred Million A.D.) / Библия Пта 1992, fb2, ISBN: 0-88184-788-7, Carroll & Graf The House That Stood Still (= The Mating Cry; The Undercover Aliens) / Вечный дом (= Обитель вечности; А дом стоит себе спокойно...) 2014, epub, ISBN: 978-1-940392-04-2, Agency Editions The Voyage of the Space Beagle (= Mission: Interplanetary) 1950, fb2/epub Mission to the Stars (= The Mixed Men) / Миссия к звездам 1952, epub The Universe Maker / Творец Вселенной 1979, epub, ISBN: 0-671-83145-3, Pocket Books The Mind Cage / Клетка для разума 2014, epub (retail), ISBN: 978-1-940392-05-9, Agency Editions Planets for Sale / Планеты на продажу 1970, fb2 The War Against the Rull / Война против Руллов 1959, epub The Violent Man 1962, fb2 (не фантастика) Moonbeast (= The Beast) / Зверь 1969, fb2, ISBN: 0-586-02937-0, Panther Rogue Ship / Корабль-бродяга 1965, fb2 The Winged Man / Крылатый человек 1970, fb2, ISBN: 0-425-01946-2, Berkley Medallion (with E. Mayne Hull) The Silkie / Шелки 1977, fb2, ISBN: 0-450-03549-2, New English Library Children of Tomorrow / Дети будущего 1970, fb2 (качество не очень; вычистил, что смог, но не все) Quest for the Future / Поиск будущего 1970, epub The Battle of Forever / Бесконечная битва 1971, fb2 The Darkness on Diamondia / Тьма над Диамондианой 1972, fb2 Tyranopolis (= Future Glitter) / Блеск будущего 1977, fb2 The Secret Galactics (= Earth Factor X) / Тайные галактики 1974, epub The Man with a Thousand Names / Человек с тысячью имен 1974, fb2 Supermind 1977, fb2 The Anarchistic Colossus 1977, fb2 Renaissance / Возрождение 1979, fb2 Cosmic Encounter / Космические встречи 1979, fb2 Computerworld (= Computer Eye) 1983, epub

Destination: Universe! 1952, fb2 (качество не очень; вычистил, что смог, но не все) The Twisted Men 1964, fb2 More Than Superhuman 1975, fb2, ISBN: 0-450-02571-3, New English Library Pendulum / Маятник 1978, fb2 The Best of A. E. van Vogt Volume 2 1979, fb2, ISBN: 0-7221-8727-0, Sphere Lost: Fifty Suns (= The Book of van Vogt) Transfinite: The Essential A. E. van Vogt 2003, fb2, ISBN: 978-1-886778-34-4, NESFA Press Transgalactic 2006, fb2, ISBN: 0-978-4165-2089-4, Baen The Original Tales of Centaurus 2018, epub (журнальные публикации, Jerry eBooks) Complete Short Fiction 2021, epub, Jerry eBooks

Discord in Scarlet / Этюд в алых тонах 1939, epub The Gryb (= Repetition) / Гриб 1940, fb2 Not The First / Не в первый раз 1941, fb2 The Seesaw 1941, fb2 Recruiting Station (= Earth's Last Fortress; Masters of Time) / Властелины времени 1942, epub (журнальная публикация с иллюстрациями, Jerry eBooks) Not Only Dead Men / Не только мёртвые 1942, fb2 Rebirth: Earth (= The Flight That Failed) 1942, fb2 The Weapons Shop / Оружейная лавка 1942, fb2 The Invisibility Gambit (= Abdication) / Гамбит невидимки 1943, fb2 M 33 in Andromeda / Галактика М-33, туманность Андромеды 1943, fb2 The Witch / Ведьма 1943, fb2 The Purpose / Цель 1945, fb2 Heir Unapparent (= Heir Apparent) 1945, fb2 The Chronicler (= Siege of the Unseen; The Three Eyes of Evil) / Три дурных глаза 1946, fb2 The Cataaaaa / Кот! Кот! 1947, fb2 Ship of Darkness / Корабли тьмы 1948, fb2 The Problem Professor (= Project Spaceship) / Проблемный профессор 1949, fb2 Automaton (= Dear Automaton) / Киборг 1950, fb2 Process / Буколика 1950, fb2 The First Martian (= This Joe) / Первый марсианин 1951, fb2 Fulfilment / Завершение 1951, fb2 Itself! / Нечто 1963, fb2 The Replicators / Репликаторы 1965, fb2 The Ultra Man / Ультраземлянин 1966, fb2 The Rat and the Snake / Крыса и змея 1971, fb2 The Human Operators / Люди для технического обслуживания 1971, fb2 (with Harlan Ellison) Ersatz Eternal / Эрзац-вечность 1972, fb2

1

As the spaceship vanished into the steamy mists of Eristan II, Trevor Jamieson drew his gun. He felt dizzy, sickened by the way he had been tossed and buffeted for long moments in the furious wind stream of the great ship. But awareness of danger held him tense there in the harness that was attached by cables to the antigravity plate above him. With narrowed eyes, he stared up at the ezwal which was peering down at him over the edge of the still swaying skyraft. Its three-in-line eyes, as gray as dully polished steel, gazed at him, unwinking; its massive blue head poised alertly and— Jamieson knew—ready to jerk back the instant it read in his thoughts an intention of shooting. "Well," said Jamieson harshly, "here we are, both of us— thousands of light-years from our respective home planets. And we're falling down into a primitive hell that you, with only your isolated life on Carson's Planet to judge by, cannot begin to imagine despite your ability to read my thoughts. Even a six-thousand-pound ezwal can't survive down there alone." A great claw-studded paw slid over the side of the raft, flicked down at one of the three slender cables that supported Jamieson's harness. There was a bright, steely ping as the cable parted from the slashing blow, and the force of it lifted Jamieson in his harness several feet. He dropped back heavily and began swinging from the two remaining cables as from a trapeze. Awkwardly, gun in hand, he craned his neck to defend these last two supports from attack. But the ezwal made no further threatening move, and there was only the great head and the calm, unwinking eyes peering down at him. Finally, a thought penetrated to Jamieson. A thought cool and unhurried: "At the moment I have only one concern. Of the hundred or more men on your ship, only you remain alive. Out of all the human race, therefore, only you know that the ezwals of what you call Carson's Planet are not senseless beasts but intelligent beings. Your government, we know, is having great difficulty in settling or keeping colonists on our planet, because we are regarded simply as a sort of natural force, very dangerous to cope with but unavoidable. That is just the way we want the situation to remain. Once human beings became convinced that we are an intelligent enemy, there would be a systematic, full-scale warfare against us. This would handicap us seriously in our unalterable purpose of driving all trespassers from our world. Because you know this, rather than take the slightest risk of your escaping the jungle dangers below, I took the chance of jumping on top of this antigravity raft just as you were launching yourself out of the lock." . . .

One

Steven Masters climbed down the ladder to the surface of the planet, wondering how he should feel. It seemed degrading that he had first to ease himself backward out of the airlock, just like an ordinary member of the crew, and then gingerly edge down the slats of the ladder. Were films being taken? How would he look from the rear? He had a sense of moving awkwardly. He cringed with that awareness. And yet - a mixed reaction.... If people on Earth were really viewing this, then someone would be naming him as being the person on the ladder at this moment. That possibility had its own stimulation. They're looking at me. They're seeing me! His thought was: I'll go over and climb that hill, and see what this stupid place looks like. As his feet touched the soil, Steven tried for a moment to imagine that, really, his contact with the new planet was the one that counted. As he had that thought, he let go of the ladder and braced himself within the frame of his spacesuit and all its paraphernalia. Almost fell. Staggered, stumbled, fought a terrible unbalance. Good God, he was disgracing himself. A full, perspiring minute later, he had himself braced in a leaning-back posture. And now he discovered what it was that had overbalanced him. One of the two hooks hanging down over his shoulder had caught in the handle of a canister, which had been left at the foot of the ladder. The sudden pull of the heavy object had flung him off center. Whereupon his need to keep going and the continuing weight of the object had acted one against the other, and the tough material of the spacesuit had prevented him from feeling what it was. Steven released the hook. And stood there in such a rage that he could scarcely see. But he realized presently that apparently none of the other crew members had noticed his wild antic. The overstimulated feeling remained. But his anger dimmed, yielded to a partial confusion. It was a moment of stress, and an ever so tiny sliver of truth poked up through his normal condition of self-delusion. The minuscule message from somewhere inside him whispered that his aloofness during the trip had not endeared him to his fellow travelers. The realization roused in him a progression of increasing irritation that ended up as outrage. But, even so, a restraining thought remained. Better not complain. He was walking hurriedly now in the direction of the nearest of a series of low hills. Noticing, as he approached - not volcanic. It had a steep slope, a lot of brush, mostly yellowish in color, but some green, with a hint of blue here and there. Pretty leaves, L-shaped, of all things. Nothing like that on Earth, or other discovered planets. Well (tolerantly), they did get a little education into me, in spite of all my resistance. Yet (he couldn't help realizing) I'm already bored. The feeling: So there would be many new plants and animals. But such details really didn't matter to the son of the world's richest man. Images of comfort flashed through his mind, as he had that thought. Fleeting pictures of fancy cars, glittering, available aircraft, well-dressed girls overly anxious to please the handsome heir. Elegant interiors, great homes, magnificent hotels, kowtowing servants - ('Yes, Mr Masters? Anything else, Mr Masters? Shall I bring the car out, Mr Masters?' His own response: A shrug and a don't-bother-me attitude. Til call you when I need you.' But if they weren't there: 'Where the hell have you been all this time?') On the trip to Mittend, he had discovered that there were things that money could not buy. His father's position had secured him a berth on the spaceship. It could not, once the craft was en route, take him off it, or turn it back. Such brazen use of money influence, the world did not openly tolerate. He'd tried, by God! - and alienated everybody aboard. Not that their reactions had mattered. In certain emotional states, he was a super-communicator of negation. Okay, so I'm bored. So you poor little creatures are looking forward to another green planet. Waiting breathlessly to see all the little birdies and the real estate. My God, it kills me just to think of spending three weeks more in space, and then a month there, and then all that endless six weeks going back. As he strode along, bored, kind of angry, even making small movements of impatience with each step, he looked at the yellow-green world that was beginning to be slightly below him, now that he was climbing. Because the oxygen content of the air was Earth-level, he had taken his helmet off, and dropped it casually. So he could see with his naked eyes a distant forest of trees, glints of a winding river. He despised the beauty that greeted his gaze from every direction, and grimaced at the scent of the growing things around him. A tiny, oh, ever so tiny, portion of the impatience was with himself. Steven Masters going to Mittend with the first landing party. His first expressed wish, spoken while drunk, had brought those wonderful headlines, Reading them, and the long columns about himself and his father, had done that stupid ego business. And, also, he saw now, the newspaper accounts had expanded into total purpose what had originally been a minor boastful remark at a party, and - in fact - had no purpose at all. He mentally looked back at that asininity, pictured the dreary consequence. The conviction came suddenly: I can't survive this. It's too much. A sense of disaster, and of how meaningless exploration really was, was like a weight upon him, as he stood finally on the crest of the hill, and gazed at all the horizons that he could see. An odd thought-feeling passed through his mind at that instant: "Mother, we pass on to you an image of the intruder. Have we your permission, and your power, to deal with it!" . . .

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Добавлено: van Vogt, A E - Complete Short Fiction - 2020.epub (Jerry eBooks)

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