Марсианские хроники
November 2005: The Watchers
"WeshouldsendamessagetoMother."
"She’sallright."
"Isshe?"
"Now,don’tworry."
"Willshebeallright,doyouthink?"
"Ofcourse,ofcourse;nowcometobed."
Butnobodymoved.Latedinnerswerecarriedoutontothenightlawnsandsetuponcollapsibletables,andtheypickedattheseslowlyuntiltwoo’clockandthelight-radiomessageflashedfromEarth.TheycouldreadthegreatMorse-codeflasheswhichflickeredlikeadistantfirefly:
AUSTRALIANCONTINENTATOMIZEDINPREMATURE
EXPLOSIONOFATOMICSTOCKPILE.LOSANGELES,
LONDONBOMBED.WAR.COMEHOME.COMEHOME.
COMEHOME.
Theystoodupfromtheirtables.
COMEHOME.COMEHOME.COMEHOME.
"HaveyouheardfromyourbrotherTedthisyear?"
"Youknow.WithmailratesfivebucksalettertoEarth,Idon’twritemuch."
COMEHOME.
"I’vebeenwonderingaboutJane;yourememberJane,mykidsister?"
COMEHOME.
Atthreeinthechillymorningtheluggage-storeproprietorglancedup.Alotofpeoplewerecomingdownthestreet.
"Stayedopenlateonpurpose.What’llitbe,mister?"
Bydawntheluggagewasgonefromhisshelves.