Конец вечности
Trapped!
Buthefeltthehardshapeoftheweaponunderhisshirtashehelditfirmlyagainsthissidewithoneelbowandthatwastheonlysensationthatcounted.
AssistantComputerHobbeFingelookedupatHarlan,andthesurpriseinhiseyesslowlygavewaytoconcern.
Harlanwatchedhimsilentlyforawhile,lettingtheconcerngrowandwaitingforittochangetofear.Hecircledslowly,gettingbetweenFingeandtheCommuniplate.
Fingewaspartlyundressed,baretothewaist.Hischestwassparselyhaired,hisbreastspuffyandalmostwomanish.Histubbyabdomenlappedoverhiswaistband.
Helooksundignified,thoughtHarlanwithsatisfaction,undignifiedandunsavory.Somuchthebetter.
Heputhisrighthandinsidehisshirtandcloseditfirmlyonthegripofhisweapon.
Harlansaid,"Noonesawme,Finge,sodon’tlooktowardthedoor.Noone’scominghere.You’vegottorealize,Finge,thatyou’redealingwithaTechnician.Doyouknowwhatthatmeans?"
Hisvoicewashollow.Hefeltangrythatfearwasn’tenteringFinge’seyes,onlyconcern.Fingeevenreachedforhisshirtand,withoutaword,begantoputiton.
Harlanwenton,"DoyouknowtheprivilegeofbeingaTechnician,Finge?You’veneverbeenone,soyoucan’tappreciateit.Itmeansnoonewatcheswhereyougoorwhatyoudo.Theyalllooktheotherwayandworksohardatnotseeingyouthattheyreallysucceedatit.
