minutes. Whether a state of war between China and Russia still exists... is not important any longer. Our fellow countrymen are dying. The very foundations of civilization are beginning to crumble... under the dread assault of that horror long feared: germ warfare. CONELRAD Channel. This is a class-one emergency. All civilian traffic is barred from streets and highways. Stay in your homes. Those found without specific military orders are subject to summary execution. Stay in your homes. Repeat. CONELRAD Channel. This is a class-one emergency. All civilian traffic is barred from streets and highways. Now the question is survival. Is this the end of technological man? Is this the conclusion of all our yesterdays, the boasts of our fabled science... the superhuman conquests ofspace and time, the age of the wheel? We were warned ofjudgment. Here it is. Here. Now. In the form of billions of microscopic bacilli. This is the end. Neville. I see. Let's try the test vaccine. 93B-71 . How the hell do l know? We'll find out. All right, l'll be there in an hour. Vaccine. With fire, my brothers, we have purified all that lives with our zeal... and we shall continue with our work. With our devotion, we shall cleanse the world. And Neville will come down, down to the Family into judgment... down to punishment for his blasphemies. Here is the instrument of cleansing, my brethren. And nothing quite cleanses like fire. I was lucky today. Believe me, l was lucky. He tried a gambit... and it almost worked. But it ended up a stalemate... with the Family down three pawns. What do you think his next move will be? End games are always full of surprises, aren't they? My move. Discovered check. How does that grab you, Caesar? Your move, lmperator. Excuse me. Did you move? Balls. You used to be a nice guy once, you know that? And Speedy Bob Neville, his great legs churning... goes flashing across the finish line... with a 3-minute-and-50-second mile. Go ahead. I wanna see some son of a bitch beat that. This is recording 6306, Rimini Boulevard, Sector 2. Last five blocks have been clear... except for some signs they've been foraging for food... in a small grocery store... at 5500 block. You'd think the prices would keep them in the supermarkets. You gotta hand it to them. They sure cover their tracks. Two years. If l could just find the nest, find out where they hole up. Matthias! All right, where's Matthias? Come on. Where's Matthias? Where's the hive? Journal recording 958. August 5, 1977. I found another one, one of Matthias' group, dead of plague. The sweep continues. Not my color. Wait! Come back! I want to talk to you! Is this how it starts? A trip to the laughing academy? No, you silly bastard. It starts with you asking yourself idiot questions. Right. Okay. Let's get cleaned up... and find a drink before the bars close. And, oh, brothers and sisters, l ask you to look at him. Does he have the marks? Do you see them? You see him, as we were before the punishment... before we gained grace. You see lying there the last of scientists, of bankers, of businessmen... the users of the wheel. Do we use the tools of the wheel as he does? -Is he of the Family? -No. Is he of the sacred society? -Then what is he? -Evil. He is part of the dead. He has no place here. He has the stink of oil and electrical circuitry about him. He is obsolete. You are discarded. You are the refuse of the past. You're full of crap. How hard it is to admit the truth. Take him to the little room for the questioning. Mr. Neville, now we can talk a little while. It's been a long time since you've talked, except to yourself. Tell me something, would you? Are you fellas really with the lnternal Revenue Service? Your little jokes are meaningless, Mr. Neville. Or doctor, or colonel, or whatever it was they called you. -I'm a scientist. What the hell ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Дети Солнца на английском - текст Новый Гулливер на английском - текст Один дома на английском - текст Иллюзия полета на английском - текст Сибирский цирюльник на английском |