Бойцовский клуб
Chapter 1
SoTylerandIareontopoftheParker-MorrisBuildingwiththegunstuckinmymouth,andwehearglassbreaking. Lookovertheedge. It’sacloudyday,eventhishighup. Thisistheworld’stallestbuilding,andthishighupthewindisalwayscold. It’ssoquietthishighup,thefeelingyougetisthatyou’reoneofthosespacemonkeys. Youdothelittlejobyou’retrainedtodo.
Pullalever.
Pushabutton.
Youdon’tunderstandanyofit,andthenyoujustdie.
Onehundredandninety-onefloorsup,youlookovertheedgeoftheroofandthestreetbelowismottledwithashagcarpetofpeople,standing,lookingup. Thebreakingglassisawindowrightbelowus. Awindowblowsoutthesideofthebuilding,andthencomesafilecabinetbigasablackrefrigerator,rightbelowusasix-drawerfilingcabinetdropsrightoutoftheclifffaceofthebuilding,anddropsturningslowly,anddropsgettingsmaller,anddropsdisappearingintothepackedcrowd.
Somewhereintheonehundredandninety-onefloorsunderus,thespacemonkeysintheMischiefCommitteeofProjectMayhemarerunningwild,destroyingeveryscrapofhistory.
Thatoldsaying,howyoualwayskilltheoneyoulove,well,look,itworksbothways.
Withagunstuckinyourmouthandthebarrelofthegunbetweenyourteeth,youcanonlytalkinvowels.
We’redowntoourlasttenminutes.
