The screen has blinked, the co-ordinate grid has disappeared. In black emptiness there was the strange design similar to the
warped garden arbour with ridiculously massive columns. The dispatcher has lingeringly whistled and has jumped. He
expected it least.
Nuclear missile! - he has exclaimed with amazement. - the twentieth century...
Yes-yes, - the assistant has irresolutely spoken. - it is valid... I such somewhere saw...
The strange design with five thick pipes-columns sticking out from under a dome slowly turned. Under a dome the lilac light
shivered - columns seemed black on its background. The dispatcher has slowly fallen on an armchair armrest. Certainly, it
was the ancient nuclear missile. More precisely, nuclear planetolet. A photon drive, a two-layer parabolic reflector from
mesosubstance, hydrogen engines. One and a half centuries ago was a lot of such planetoletov. Them built for development
of planets. Solid, slow cars with fivefold safety factor.
"They long and well served, - the dispatcher has thought, - but last of them have been dismantled till my birth..." It is valid... -
the assistant muttered. - it is amazing... As at cinema... Greenhouses! - he has cried.
Through the screen from left to right there has quickly passed a wide grey shade.
Greenhouses, - the assistant has whispered.
The dispatcher has blinked. "One thousand tons, - he has thought. - one thousand tons - both such speed... And fragile
designs of extraterrestrial plantations... My God, my God, where robots!." The assistant has told хрипло:Прошел. Has really
passed?. Has passed! The dispatcher has opened eyes.
Where robots? - It has shouted.
At a wall on the selector panel the green bulb, and a quiet courageous voice произнес:Говорит a starprobe vehicle
"Slang" has flashed. Captain Kellog causes the Main Dispatching office. I ask finish on the basis of Pi-Eks Seventeen...
The dispatcher, being poured by a paint, has opened there was a mouth, but was not in time. In a teleprojector hall has rung
out at once a little голосов:Назад!.