Марсианские хроники
November 2005: The Off Season
Themaskmouthwasaslotfromwhichmusicalsoundsissuednowastherobes,themask,thehandsincreasedtoaheight,decreased.
"Mr.Parkhill,I’vecomebacktospeaktoyouagain,"thevoicesaidfrombehindthemask.
"IthoughtItoldyouIdon’twantyounearhere!"criedSam."Goon,I’llgiveyoutheDisease!"
"I’vealreadyhadtheDisease,"saidthevoice."Iwasoneofthefewsurvivors.Iwassickalongtime."
"Goonandhideinthehills,that’swhereyoubelong,that’swhereyou’vebeen.Whyyoucomeondownandbotherme?Now,allofasudden.Twiceinoneday."
"Wemeanyounoharm."
"ButImeanyouharm!"saidSam,backingup."Idon’tlikestrangers.Idon’tlikeMartians.Ineverseenonebefore.Itain’tnatural.Alltheseyearsyouguyshide,andallofasuddenyoupickonme.Leavemealone."
"Wecomeforanimportantreason,"saidthebluemask.
"Ifit’saboutthisland,it’smine.Ibuiltthishot-dogstandwithmyownhands."
"Inawayitisabouttheland."
"Lookhere,"saidSam."I’mfromNewYorkCity.WhereIcomefromthere’stenmillionothersjustlikeme.YouMartiansareacoupledozenleft,gotnocities,youwanderaroundinthehills,noleaders,nolaws,andnowyoucometellmeaboutthisland.Well,theoldgottogivewaytothenew.That’sthelawofgiveandtake.Igotagunhere.AfteryouleftthismorningIgotitoutandloadedit."
"WeMartiansaretelepathic,"saidthecoldbluemask.
