The Amazing Sci-Fi Tales of Philip K. Dick - 34 Titles in One Edition. Филип Дик

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      “I had only the one pack.”

      “Too bad. Maybe if we get back to your bunker we can find some.” The other boot fell. Tasso reached up for the light cord. “Good night.”

      “You’re going to sleep?”

      “That’s right.”

      The room plunged into darkness. Hendricks got up and made his way past the curtain, into the kitchen.

      And stopped, rigid.

      Rudi stood against the wall, his face white and gleaming. His mouth opened and closed but no sounds came. Klaus stood in front of him, the muzzle of his pistol in Rudi’s stomach. Neither of them moved. Klaus, his hand tight around his gun, his features set. Rudi, pale and silent, spread-eagled against the wall.

      “What—” Hendricks muttered, but Klaus cut him off.

      “Be quiet, Major. Come over here. Your gun. Get out your gun.”

      Hendricks drew his pistol. “What is it?”

      “Cover him.” Klaus motioned him forward. “Beside me. Hurry!”

      Rudi moved a little, lowering his arms. He turned to Hendricks, licking his lips. The whites of his eyes shone wildly. Sweat dripped from his forehead, down his cheeks. He fixed his gaze on Hendricks. “Major, he’s gone insane. Stop him.” Rudi’s voice was thin and hoarse, almost inaudible.

      “What’s going on?” Hendricks demanded.

      Without lowering his pistol Klaus answered. “Major, remember our discussion? The Three Varieties? We knew about One and Three. But we didn’t know about Two. At least, we didn’t know before.” Klaus’ fingers tightened around the gun butt. “We didn’t know before, but we know now.”

      He pressed the trigger. A burst of white heat rolled out of the gun, licking around Rudi.

      “Major, this is the Second Variety.”

      * * * * *

      Tasso swept the curtain aside. “Klaus! What did you do?”

      Klaus turned from the charred form, gradually sinking down the wall onto the floor. “The Second Variety, Tasso. Now we know. We have all three types identified. The danger is less. I—”

      Tasso stared past him at the remains of Rudi, at the blackened, smouldering fragments and bits of cloth. “You killed him.”

      “Him? It, you mean. I was watching. I had a feeling, but I wasn’t sure. At least, I wasn’t sure before. But this evening I was certain.” Klaus rubbed his pistol butt nervously. “We’re lucky. Don’t you understand? Another hour and it might—”

      “You were certain?” Tasso pushed past him and bent down, over the steaming remains on the floor. Her face became hard. “Major, see for yourself. Bones. Flesh.”

      Hendricks bent down beside her. The remains were human remains. Seared flesh, charred bone fragments, part of a skull. Ligaments, viscera, blood. Blood forming a pool against the wall.

      “No wheels,” Tasso said calmly. She straightened up. “No wheels, no parts, no relays. Not a claw. Not the Second Variety.” She folded her arms. “You’re going to have to be able to explain this.”

      Klaus sat down at the table, all the color drained suddenly from his face. He put his head in his hands and rocked back and forth.

      “Snap out of it.” Tasso’s fingers closed over his shoulder. “Why did you do it? Why did you kill him?”

      “He was frightened,” Hendricks said. “All this, the whole thing, building up around us.”

      “Maybe.”

      “What, then? What do you think?”

      “I think he may have had a reason for killing Rudi. A good reason.”

      “What reason?”

      “Maybe Rudi learned something.”

      Hendricks studied her bleak face. “About what?” he asked.

      “About him. About Klaus.”

      * * * * *

      Klaus looked up quickly. “You can see what she’s trying to say. She thinks I’m the Second Variety. Don’t you see, Major? Now she wants you to believe I killed him on purpose. That I’m—”

      “Why did you kill him, then?” Tasso said.

      “I told you.” Klaus shook his head wearily. “I thought he was a claw. I thought I knew.”

      “Why?”

      “I had been watching him. I was suspicious.”

      “Why?”

      “I thought I had seen something. Heard something. I thought I—” He stopped.

      “Go on.”

      “We were sitting at the table. Playing cards. You two were in the other room. It was silent. I thought I heard him—whirr.”

      There was silence.

      “Do you believe that?” Tasso said to Hendricks.

      “Yes. I believe what he says.”

      “I don’t. I think he killed Rudi for a good purpose.” Tasso touched the rifle, resting in the corner of the room. “Major—”

      “No.” Hendricks shook his head. “Let’s stop it right now. One is enough. We’re afraid, the way he was. If we kill him we’ll be doing what he did to Rudi.”

      Klaus looked gratefully up at him. “Thanks. I was afraid. You understand, don’t you? Now she’s afraid, the way I was. She wants to kill me.”

      “No more killing.” Hendricks moved toward the end of the ladder. “I’m going above and try the transmitter once more. If I can’t get them we’re moving back toward my lines tomorrow morning.”

      Klaus rose quickly. “I’ll come up with you and give you a hand.”

      * * * * *

      The night air was cold. The earth was cooling off. Klaus took a deep breath, filling his lungs. He and Hendricks stepped onto the ground, out of the tunnel. Klaus planted his feet wide apart, the rifle up, watching and listening. Hendricks crouched by the tunnel mouth, tuning the small transmitter.

      “Any luck?” Klaus asked presently.

      “Not yet.”

      “Keep trying. Tell them what happened.”

      Hendricks kept trying. Without success. Finally СКАЧАТЬ