Fantastic Stories Presents the Fantastic Universe Super Pack. Roger Dee

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СКАЧАТЬ Different from what I knew when Ididn’t know.

      The road unwound in a spreading spiral down the mountainside. Each time I came round, I could see the city below, closer and larger, and less distinct. From the top, with the sunlight sparkling on it, it had been a clean and gleaming pattern of human civilization. Halfway down, the symmetry was lost, and the smudge and smoke began to show.

      Halfway down, too, I began to pass places of business: restaurants and gas stations and handicraft shops. I wanted to stop. For half an hour now I had been out on my own, and I still hadn’t seen any of the people, except the three who had passed me behind the wheels of their cars, going up the road. One of the shops had a big sign on it, “COME IN AND LOOK AROUND.” But I kept going. One thing I understood was that it was absolutely necessary to have money, and that I must stop nowhere, and attempt nothing, till after I had gotten some.

      Farther down, the houses began coming closer together, and then the road stopped winding around, and became almost straight. By that time, I was used to the car, and didn’t have to think about it much, and for a little while I really enjoyed myself. I could see into the houses sometimes, through the windows, and at one, a woman was opening the door, coming out with a broom in her hand. There were children playing in the yards. There were cars of all kinds parked around the houses, and I saw dogs and a couple of horses, and once a whole flock of chickens.

      But just where it was beginning to get really interesting, when I was coming into the little town before the city, I had to stop watching it all, because there were too many other people driving. That was when I began to understand all the fuss about licenses and tests and traffic regulations. Watching it on television, it wasn’t anything like being in the middle of it!

      Of course, what I ran into there was really nothing; I found that out when I got into the city itself. But just at first, it seemed pretty bad. And I still don’t understand it. These people are pretty bright mechanically. You’d think anybody who could build an automobile—let alone an atom bomb—could drive one easily enough. Especially with a lifetime to learn in. Maybe they just like to live dangerously . . . .

      It was a good thing, though, that I’d already started watching out for what the other drivers were doing when I hit my first red light. That was something I’d overlooked entirely, watching street scenes on the screen, and I guess they’d never noticed either. They must have taken it for granted, the way I did, that people stopped their cars out of courtesy from time to time to let the others go by. As it was, I stopped because the others did, and just happened to notice that they began again when the light changed to green. It’s really a very good system; I don’t see why they don’t have them at all the intersections.

      *

      From the first light, it was eight miles into the center of Colorado Springs. A sign on the road said so, and I was irrationally pleased when the speedometer on the car confirmed it. Proud, I suppose, that these natives from my own birth-place were such good gadgeteers. The road was better after that, too, and the cars didn’t dart in and out off the sidestreets the way they had before. There was more traffic on the highway, but most of them behaved fairly intelligently. Until we got into town, that is. After that, it was everybody-for-himself, but by then I was prepared for it.

      I found a place to park the car near a drugstore. That was the first thing I was supposed to do. Find a drugstore, where there would likely be a telephone directory, and go in and look up the address of a hock shop. I had a little trouble parking the car in the space they had marked off, but I could see from the way the others were stationed that you were supposed to get in between the white lines, with the front of the car next to the post on the sidewalk. I didn’t know what the post was for, until I got out and read what it said, and then I didn’t know what to do, because I didn’t have any money. Not yet. And I didn’t dare get into any trouble that might end up with a policeman asking to see my license, which always seemed to be the first thing they did on television, when they talked to anybody who was driving a car. I got back in the car and wriggled my way out of the hole between the other cars, and tried to think what to do. Then I remembered seeing a sign that said “Free Parking” somewhere, not too far away, and went back the way I’d come.

      There was a sort of park, with a fountain spraying water all over the grass, and a big building opposite, and the white lines here were much more sensible. They were painted in diagonal strips, so you could get in and out quite easily, without all that backing and twisting and turning. I left the car there, and remembered to take the keys with me, and started walking back to the drugstore.

      *

      That was when it hit me.

      Up to then, beginning I guess when I drove that little stretch coming into Manitou, with the houses on the hills, and the children and yards and dogs and chickens, I’d begun to feel almost as if I belonged here. The people seemed so muchlike me—as long as I wasn’t right up against them. From a little distance, you’d think there was no difference at all. Then, I guess, when I was close enough to notice, driving through town, I’d been too much preoccupied with the car. It didn’t really get to me till I got out and started walking.

      They were all so big . . . .

      They were big, and their faces and noses and even the pores of their skin were too big. And their voices were too loud. And they smelled.

      I didn’t notice that last much till I got into the drugstore. Then I thought I was going to suffocate, and I had a kind of squeezing upside-down feeling in my stomach and diaphragm and throat, which I didn’t realize till later was what they meant by “being sick.” I stood over the directory rack, pretending to read, but really just struggling with my insides, and a man came along and shouted in my ear something that sounded like, “Vvvm trubbb lll-lll-lll ay-dee?” (I didn’t get that sorted out for hours afterwards, but I don’t think I’ll ever forget just the way it sounded at the time. Of course, he meant, “Having trouble, little lady?”) But all I knew at the time was he was too big and smelled of all kinds of things that were unfamiliar and slightly sickening. I couldn’t answer him. All I could do was turn away so as not to breathe him, and try to pretend I knew what I was doing with the directory. Then he hissed at me (“Sorry, no offense,” I figured out later), and said clearly enough so I could understand even then, “Just trying to help,” and walked away.

      As soon as he was gone, I walked out myself. Directory or no directory, I had to get out of that store. I went back to where I’d left the car, but instead of getting in it, I sat down on a bench in the park, and waited till the turmoil inside me began to quiet down.

      I went back into that drugstore once before I left, purposely, just to see if I could pin down what it was that had bothered me so much, because I never reacted that strongly afterwards, and I wondered if maybe it was just that it was the first time I was inside one of their buildings. But it was more than that; that place was a regular snake-pit of a treatment for a stranger, believe me! They had a tobacco counter, and a lunch counter and a perfume-and-toiletries section, and a nut-roasting machine, and just to top it off, in the back of the store, an open-to-look-at (and smell) pharmaceutical center! Everything, all mixed together, and compounded with stale human sweat, which was also new to me at the time. And no air conditioning.

      Most of the air conditioning they have is bad enough on its own, with chemical smells, but those are comparatively easy to get used to . . . and I’ll take them any time, over what I got in that first dose of Odeur d’Earth.

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      Anyhow, I sat on the park bench about fifteen minutes, I guess, letting the sun and fresh air seep in, and trying to tabulate and memorize as many of the components of that drugstore smell as I could, for future reference. I was simply going to СКАЧАТЬ