Конец вечности
Trapped!
Aminutelater,withthedrive-leverinhishand,hestaredatthemarkingof100,000andknewthathere,too,hecouldnotpass.
Heraged!Now!Atthistime!Whenthingssounexpectedlyhadbrokeninhisfavor,tocometososuddenadisaster.Thecurseofthatmomentofmisjudgmentinenteringthe482ndwasstillonhim.
Savagelyhespuntheleverdownwhen,pressingithardatmaximumandkeepingitthere.Atleastinonewayhewasfreenow,freetodoanythinghewanted.WithNoyscutoffbehindabarrierandoutofhisreach,whatmorecouldtheydotohim?Whatmorehadhetofear?
Hecarriedhimselftothe575thandsprangfromthekettlewitharecklessdisregardforhissurroundingsthathehadneverfeltbefore.HemadehiswaytotheSectionlibrary,speakingtonoone,regardingnoone.Hetookwhathewantedwithoutglancingabouttoseeifhewereobserved.Whatdidhecare?
Backtothekettleanddownwhenagain.Heknewexactlywhathewoulddo.Helookedatthelargeclockashepassed,measuringoffStandardPhysiotime,numberingthedaysandmarkingoffthethreecoequalworkshiftsofthephysioday.Fingewouldbeathisprivatequartersnow,andthatwassomuchthebetter.
Harlanfeltasthoughhewererunningatemperaturewhenhearrivedatthe482nd.Hismouthwasdryandcottony.Hischesthurt.
