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Do celu tam się wysiada. Lec Stanisław Jerzy (pierw. de Tusch-Letz, 1909-1966)
A bogowie grają w kości i nie pytają wcale czy chcesz przyłączyć się do gry (. . . ) Bogowie kpią sobie z twojego poukładanego życia (. . . ) nie przejmują się zbytnio ani naszymi planami na przyszłość ani oczekiwaniami. Gdzieś we wszechświecie rzucają kości i przypadkiem wypada twoja kolej. I odtąd zwyciężyć lub przegrać - to tylko kwestia szczęścia. Borys Pasternak
Idąc po kurzych jajach nie podskakuj. Przysłowie szkockie
I Herkules nie poradzi przeciwko wielu.
Dialog półinteligentów równa się monologowi ćwierćinteligenta. Stanisław Jerzy Lec (pierw. de Tusch - Letz, 1909-1966)
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.The rules were ancient, venerated and simple.Two shandi would enter, from opposite sides, a stretch of tundra or forestset aside for the purpose.There were special rules about weapons.Thewinner ate well.Curiosity overwhelmed Kin.'Did you ever play the Game, Silver?' she asked softly.'Why, yes.Three times, when the urge was strong in my mouth,' said theshand.'Twice at home, and once illegally elsewhere.My opponent in thelatter case was the Regius Professor of Linguistics at the University of Gelt.Much of her stocks my freezer at home even now.I grieve that her deathmay largely have been in vain.''But you've got dumbwaiters now.There's no need for the Game.'Silver shrugged.'Now it is a tradition,' she said.'What we did out ofneed we do for.sport, I think it would be called, although there are 'She gets two convicted criminals.'Kin thought: this is what shandi do on their home world, and none ofyour business.You can't apply humans' values to aliens.But you keeptrying.The train of thought was derailed by a scream from the big hall.A manburst out into the starlight and tumbled over on the grass, clutching at hisside.Kin landed running, snatching the stunner from her belt.She heard theheavy crash on the shingle as Silver landed behind her.The hall was full of dark fighting shapes.Kin jerked aside as a leather-clad man ran out, followed by a tall man hefting an axe.She pointed thestunner and fired.The effect was not immediate.The two kept on running.Then their legscollapsed under them in slow motion, and they hit the ground asleep.Kin entered the hall with the stunner turned to minimum powermaximum beam, swinging it like a scythe.A fighter staggered towards herwith a raised sword and began to dream on his feet, sending her sprawlingas fifteen stone of Norseman cannoned into her.For a moment shesuffocated in a reek of stale sweat and badly tanned hides, then managed toroll away.The stunner was gone, dropped in the collision.She was in time simply hacking blindly at everything.She managed to get to her feet, almost slipping on the curiously muddyfloor.Through a gap in the figures she saw Marco dodging like a demon inthe torchlight, a sword in all four hands.The dumbwaiter hummed behindhim, a sticky, sweet smell in the air.There was a bellow from the door and Eirick hobbled in, his facecontorted with rage.He was flailing about with his crutch.Then the roof fell in.One of the fighters backed into Kin, and she felledhim with a backhanded chop as dawn-pale light flooded the hall.Part of thenearest wall bowed inward and crumbled away.There was a brief glimpseof a wide, white-haired foot.Silver appeared at the roof hole, black against the gold sky.There wassilence, broken only by the whimpers of the wounded and a backgroundtrickle.Silver roared again.There was a brief moment of pandemonium as thosewho could rushed for the doorway.Kin looked down.She was standing ankle deep in a sticky, frothypuddle. Kin stopped the flow and set the machine to producing an antidote.When it delivered a bowl of foul blue liquid she dragged the kung up by hiscomb, tipped the bowl into his mouth in one motion, and let him fall backinto the mire.After Silver dropped through the ruined roof she and Kin toured thehall.The 'waiter was instructed to produce the various seal-and-healointments in its repertoire, and after some thought Kin dialled for limb-replacement stimulants.Usually such sophisticated medicine was frownedon for its cultural shock effects, but hell, the disc was one big culturalshock.With some of the wounded she plastered the stuff on like mud, andhoped.After a while Marco groaned and sat up.He looked at them hazily.Kinignored him.'Leiv's men told them about the 'waiter producing alcohol,' he saidthickly.'Then when I gave them a demonstration they began actingirrationally and demanding more.And then they started fighting.''A fucking Valhalla machine,' muttered Kin, and turned back to herwork.There was a hoarse chuckle from the darkness under the roof, and ablack feather floated down. the weight.Say we can't go and repair the sun if we carry too much weight.It's almost true.'Eirick listened to Silver's careful reply, and nodded graciously.'I'd like to give him something, though,' said Kin.'Why?' snapped Marco.'Because she's still afraid the Company might be behind the disc, andshe wants to apologize.Isn't that right?' said Silver.Kin ignored her.'Ask him for some timber,' she said.'Scraps.And grass or hay.Oldbones.Anything that was living.What I have in mind'lI mean the 'waiterwill want feeding.'They set the dumbwaiter up as a timber mill.After the first metre offragrant, smooth plank had been extruded from the hatch the colonyworked like robots.Great drifts of seaweed, washed up by the poundingsea, helped swell the heap by the input hopper.Today the sea moved likeliquid mountains.Kin took the others aside while the colony was carting planks.'We fly,' she said.'Over land as much as possible, but we fly.If the beltpower looks like running out before we get to the hub, then we'll charge upone belt from the others and Marco or I will go on alone.That means Silvercan stay with the 'waiter.' provoked by humans.I am shamed.''The blame is not wholly yours,' said Silver generously.'But Silver, I outnumbered them one to thirty!'Spray flew like sleet over the village.A respectable pile of planks hadgrown round the dumbwaiter.Kin switched it off and adjusted its lift belt.The two Christos priests were standing apart from the crowd, chantingin Latin.'What're they saying?' said Kin.Silver listened for a moment.'It's an invitation to Christos to allow us torepair his planets and sun or alternately to strike us down if, as theysuspect, we're servants of Saitan.''Nice of them.Say goodbye for us, will you?'They rose quickly.The huts and then the beach were lost against thebackground of snow and foam-topped sea.The sea had gone mad.Waves piled on top of one another and burst androared, sending spray almost as high as the flyers.On the disc east couldn't be a direction, it had to be a point of thecircumference.There were four directions on the disc: circle right, circleleft, in, out.They headed in. layers as she dived.The sky was pure blue, ice-clean.The creature was floating belly upwards.Most of it was tail, whichsnaked back until it was lost in surf
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