Конец вечности
Life-Plotter
You’veinspectedthiswholeperiod,haven’tyou?"
Properlyspeaking,heoughttomaintainaflatandcoldnegative,butweaklyheexplained,"TherewasalotofSpaceandTimetocover.Iwouldn’tknowlittleprecisethingslikegamescores."
"Oh,youjustdon’twanttotellme."
Harlansaidnothingtothat.Heinsertedthepene-prongintothesmall,juicyfruitandliftedit,whole,tohislips.
AfteramomentNoyssaid,"Didyouseewhathappenedinthisneighborhoodbeforeyoucame?"
"Nodetails,N-noys."(Heforcedhernamepasthislips.)
Thegirlsaidsoftly,"Didn’tyouseeus?Didn’tyouknowallalongthat-"
Harlanstammered,"No,no,Icouldn’tseemyself.I’mnotinRea—I’mnotheretillIcome.Ican’texplain."Hewasdoublyflustered.First,thatsheshouldspeakofit.Second,thathehadalmostbeentrappedintosaying,"Reality,"ofallthewordsthemostforbiddeninconversationwithTimers.
Sheliftedhereyebrowsandhereyesgrewroundandalittleamazed."Areyouashamed?"
"Whatwedidwasnotproper."
"Whynot?"Andinthe482ndherquestionwasperfectlyinnocent."Aren’tEternalsallowedto?"TherewasalmostajokingcasttothatquestionasthoughshewereaskingifEternalsweren’tallowedtoeat.
"Don’tusetheword,"saidHarlan."Asamatteroffact,we’renot,inaway."
"Well,then,don’ttellthem.Iwon’t."
Andshewalkedaboutthetableandsatdownonhislap,pushingthesmalltableoutofthewaywithasmoothandflowingmotionofherhip.
