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Rogue Moon Rogue Moon
Автор: Budrys Algis
Язык: en
Издательство: Gold Medal Books
Год: 1960
Жанр: sf

The moon had finally been reached, and on it was found the most terrifying structure, that killed men over and over again, in torturous, unfathomable ways. Only a mad scientist and a suicidal maniac could explore it’s horrible secrets.

The book is about the discovery and investigation of a large alien artifact found on the surface of the Moon. The object eventually kills its explorers in various ways, but their deaths slowly reveal the funhouse-like course humans must take in moving through it.

Nominated for Hugo Award for Best Novel in 1961.

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She reached across the table with a swift gesture and took his hand. “Do you have any idea of how lonely I get? How much I wish I wasn’t me at all?” She pulled blindly at his hand. “But what can I do about it? How am I going to change anything now?”

“I don’t know, Claire,” Hawks said. “It’s very hard for people to change themselves.”

“But I don’t want to hate myself, Hawks! Not all my life, like this! What do all of you think I am — blind, deaf, stupid? I know how decent people act — I know what bitchiness is, and what not being bitchy is. I was a child, once — I went to school, I was taught ethics, and morals, and understanding. I’m not something from Mars — do you all think I’m this way because I don’t know any better?”

Hawks said haltingly, “All of us know better, I think. And yet each of us forgets, now and then. Some of us sometimes think we have to, for the sake of something we think needs it.” His face was a mixture of expressions. “If that doesn’t seem to make sense, I’m sorry. I don’t know what else to tell you, Claire.”

She jumped to her feet, still holding his hand, and came around to stand in front of him, bent forward, clasping his fingers in both hands. “You could tell me you like me, Ed,” she whispered. “You’re the only one of them who could look past my outsides and like me!”

He stood up as she pulled at his hand. “Claire—” he began.

“No, no, no, Ed!” she said, putting her arms around him. “I don’t want to talk. I want to just be. I want someone to just hold me and not think about me being a woman. I just want to feel warm, for once in my life — just have another human being near me!” Her arms went up behind his back, and her hands cupped his neck and the back of his head. “Please, Ed,” she murmured, her face so close that her eyes brimmed and glittered in the faraway light, and so that in another moment her wet cheek touched his. “Give me that if you can.”

“I don’t know, Claire…” he said uncertainly. “I’m not sure you—”

She began kissing his cheeks and eyes, her nails combing the back of his head. “Hawks,” she choked, “Hawks, I’m so lost…”

His head bent, her fingers rigid behind it, the tendons standing out in cords on the backs of her hands. Her lips parted, and her leather sandals made a shuffling noise on the patio stones. “Forget everything,” she whispered as she kissed his mouth. “Think only of me.”

Then she broke away suddenly, and stood a foot away from him, the back of one hand against her upper lip, her shoulders and hips lax. She was sighing rhythmically, her eyes shining. “No — no, I can’t hold out… not with you. You’re too much for me, Ed.” Her shoulders rose, and she moved half a step toward him. “Forget about liking me,” she said from deep in her throat as she reached toward him. “Just take me. I can always get someone else to like me.”

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