Атлант расправил плечи
The Generator
Itwasthetorturerswhoweretremblingwithterror,astheylistenedtothejagged,brokenrhythmandmissedabreathwitheverymissingbeat.Itsoundednowasiftheheartwereleaping,beatingfranticallyagainstitscageofribs,inagonyandinadesperateanger.Theheartwasprotesting;themanwouldnot.Helaystill,hiseyesclosed,hishandsrelaxed,hearinghisheartasitfoughtforhislife.
WesleyMouchwasfirsttobreak."OhGod,Floyd!"hescreamed.
"Don’tkillhim!Don’tdarekillhim!Ifhedies,wedie!"
"Hewon’t,"snarledFerris."He’llwishhedid,buthewon’t!Themachinewon’tlethim!It’smathematicallycomputed!It’ssafe!"
"Oh,isn’titenough?He’llobeyusnow!I’msurehe’llobey!"
"No!It’snotenough!Idon’twanthimtoobey!Iwanthimtobelieve!Toaccept!Towanttoaccept!We’vegottohavehimworkforusvoluntarily!"
"Goahead!"criedTaggart."Whatareyouwaitingfor?Can’tyoumakethecurrentstronger?Hehasn’tevenscreamedyet!"
"What’sthematterwithyou?"gaspedMouch,catchingaglimpseofTaggart’sfacewhileacurrentwastwistingGalt’sbody:Taggartwasstaringatitintently,yethiseyesseemedglazedanddead,butaroundthatinanimatestarethemusclesofhisfacewerepulledintoanobscenecaricatureofenjoyment.
"Hadenough?"FerriskeptyellingtoGalt.
