deathworld-第9部分

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arent　metal。　He　couldn't　conceive　any　possible　use　for　them。　Empty　cylinders　a　meter　in　diameter；　longer　than　a　man。　One　end　solid；　the　other　hinged　and　sealed。　It　wasn't　until　Kerk　spun　the　sealing　wheel　and　opened　one　of　them　that　their　use　became　apparent。
　 〃Cet　in；〃　Kerk　said。　〃When　you're　locked　inside；　you'll　be　carried　out　of　the　ship。〃
　 〃Thank　you；　no；〃　Jason　told　him。　〃I　have　no　particular　desire　to　make　a　spectacular　landing　on　your　planet　sealed　up　like　a　packaged　sausage。〃
　 〃Don't　be　a　fool；〃　was　Kerk's　snapped　answer。　〃We're　all　going　out　in　these　tubes。　We've　been　away　too　long　to　risk　the　surface　without　reorientation。〃。
　 Jason　did　feel　a　little　foolish　as　he　saw　the　others　getting　into　tubes。　He　picked　the　nearest　one；　slid　into　it　feet　first；　and　pulled　the　lid　dosed。　When　he　tightened　the　wheel　in　the　center；　it　squeezed　down　against　a　flexible　seal。　Within　a　minute　the　CO2　content　in　the　closed　cylinder　went　up　and　an　air　regenerator　at　the　bottom　hummed　into　life。
　 Kerk　was　the　last　one　in。　He　checked　the　seals　on　all　the　other　tubes　first；　then　jabbed　the　airlock　override　release。　As　it　started　cycling；　he　quickly　sealed　himself　in　the　remaining　cylinder。　Both　inner　and　outer　locks　ground　slowly　open　and　dim　light　filtered　in　through　sheets　of　falling　rain。
　 For　Jason；　the　whole　thing　seemed　an　anticlimax。　All　this　preparation　for　absolutely　nothing。　Long；　impatient　minutes　passed　before　a
　lift　truck　appeared　driven　by　a　Pyrran。　He　loaded　the　cylinders　onto　…
　his　truck　like　so　much　dead　cargo。　Jason　had　the　misfortune　to　be　buried　at　the　bottom　of　the　pile　so　could　see　absolutely　nothing　when　they　drove　outside。
　It　wasn't　until　the　man…carrying　cylinders　had　been　dumped　in　a　metal…walled　room；　that　Jason　saw　his　first　native　Pyrran　life。
　The　lift　truck　driver　was　swinging　a　thick　outer　door　shut　when　something　flew　in　through　the　entrance　and　struck　against　the　far　wall。　Jason's　eye　was　caught　by　the　motion；　he　looked　to　see　what　it　was　when　it　dropped　straight　down　toward　his　face。
　 Forgetful　of　the　metal　cylinder　wall；　he　flinched　away。　The　creature　struck　the　transparent　metal　and　clung　to　it。　Jason　had　the　perfect　opportunityto　examine　it　in　every　detail。
　 It　was　almost　too　horrible　to　be　believable。　As　though　it　were　a　bearer　of　death　stripped　to　the　very　essentials。　A　mouth　that　split　the　head　in　two；　rows　of　teeth；　serrated　and　pointed。　Leathery；　claw…tipped　wings；　longer　claws　on　the　limbs　that　tore　at　the　metal　wall。
　 Terror　rose　up　in　Jason　as　he　saw　that　the　claws　were　tearing　gouges　in　the　transparent　metal。　Wherever　the　creature's　saliva　touched；　the　metal　clouded　and　chipped　under　the　assault　of　the　teeth。
　 Logic　said　these　were　just　scratches　on　the　thick　tube。　They　couldn't　matter。　But　blind；　unreasoning　fear　sent　Jason　curling　away　as　far　as　he　could。　Shrinking　inside　himself；　seeking　escape。
　 Only　when　the　flying　creature　began　dissolving　did　he　realize　the　nature　of　the　room　outside。　Sprays　of　steaming　liquid　came　from　all　sides；　raining　down　until　the　cylinders　were　covered。　After　one　last　dash　of　its　jaws；　the　Pyrran　animal　was　washed　off　and　carried　away。　The　liquid　drained　away　through　the　floor　and　a　second　and　third　shower　followed。
　 While　the　solutions　were　being　pumped　away；　Jason　fought　to　bring　his　emotions　into　line。　He　was　surprised　at　himself。　No　matter　how　frightful　the　creature　had　been；　he　couldn't　understand　the　fear　it　could　generate　through　the　wall　of　the　sealed　tube。　His　reaction　was　all　out　of　proportion　to　the　cause。　Even　with　the　creature　destroyed　and　washed　out　of　sight；　it　took　all　of　his　will　power　to　steady　his　nerves　and　bring　his　breathing　back　to　normal。
　 Meta　walked　by　outside　and　he　realized　the　sterilization　process　was　finished。　He　opened　his　own　tube　and　climbed　wearily　out。　Mete　and　the　others　had　gone　by　this　time　and　only　a　hawk…faced　stranger　remained；　waiting　for　him。
　 〃I'm　Brucco；　in　charge　of　adaptation　clinic。　Kerk　told　me　who　you　were。　I'm　sorry　you're　here。　Now　e　along；　I　want　some　blood　samples。〃
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　〃Now　I　feel　right　at　home；〃　Jason　said。　〃The　old　Pyrran　hospitality。〃　Brucco　only　grunted　and　stamped　out。　Jason　followed　him　down　a　bare　corridor　into　a　sterile　lab。
　The　double　gravity　was　tiring；　a　constant　drag　on　sore　muscles。　While　Brucco　ran　tests　on　the　blood　sample；　Jason　rested。　He　had　almost　dozed　off　into　a　painful　sleep　when　Brucco　returned　with　a　tray　of　bottles　and　hypodermic　needles。
　 〃Amazing；〃　he　announced。　〃Not　an　antibody　in　your　serum　that　would　be　of　any　use　on　this　planet　I　have　a　batch　of　antigens　here　that　will　make　you　sick　as　a　beast　for　at　least　a　day。　Take　off　your　shirt。〃
　 〃Have　you　done　this　often？〃　Jason　asked。　〃I　mean　juice　up　an　outlander　so　he　can　enjoy　the　pleasures　of　your　world？〃
　 Brucco　jabbed　in　a　needle　that　felt　like　it　grated　on　the　bone。　〃Not　often　at　all。　Last　time　was　years　ago。　A　half…dozen　researchers　from　some　institute；　willing　to　pay　well　for　the　chance　to　study　the　local　life　forms。　We　didn't　say　no。　Always　need　more　galaxy　currency。〃
　 Jason　was　already　beginning　to　feel　lightheaded　from　the　shots。　〃How　many　of　them　lived？〃　he　mumbled　vaguely。
　 〃One。　We　got　him　off　in　time。　Made　them　pay　in　advance；　of　course。〃　At　first　Jason　thought　the　Pyrran　was　joking。　Then　he　remembered　they　had　very　little　interest　in　humor　of　any　kind。　If　one　half　of　what　Meta　and　Kerk　had　told　him　was　true；　six…to…one　odds　weren't　bad　at　all。
　 There　was　a　bed　in　the　next　room　and　Brucco　helped　him　to　it。　Jason　felt　drugged　and　probably　was。　He　fell　into　a　deep　sleep　and　into　the　dream。
　 Fear　and　hatred。　Mixed　in　equal　parts　and　washed　over　him　red　hot　If　this　was　a　dream；　he　never　wanted　to　sleep　again。　If　it　wasn't　a　dream；　he　wanted　to　die。　He　tried　to　fight　up　against　it；　but　only　sank　in　more　deeply。　There　was　no　beginning　and　no　end　to　the　fear　and　no　way　to　escape。
　 When　consciousness　returned；　Jason　could　remember　no　detail　of　the　nightmare。　Just　the　fear　remained。　He　was　soaked　with　sweat　and　ached　in　every　muscle。　It　must　have　been　the　massive　dose　of　shots；　he　finally　decided；　that　and　the　brutal　gravity。　That　didn't　take　the　taste　of　fear　out　of　his　mouth；　though。
　 Brucco　stuck　his　head　in　the　door　then　and　looked　Jason　up　and　down。　〃Thought　you　were　dead；〃　he　said。　〃Slept　the　clock　around。　Don't　move；　I'll　get　something　to　pick　you　up。〃
　 The　pickup　was　in　the　form　of　another　needle　and　a　glassful　of　evillooking　fluid。　It　settled　his　thirst；　but　made　him　painfully　aware　of　a　gnawing　hunger。
　 〃Want　to　eat？〃　Brucco　asked。　〃I'll　bet　you　do。　I've　speeded　up　your　metabolism　so　you'll　build　muscle　faster。　Only　way　you'll　ever　beat　the　gravity。　Give　you　quite　an　appetite　for　awhile　though。〃
　 Brucco　ate　at　the　same　time　and　Jason　had　a　chance　to　ask　some　ques…　tions。　〃When　do　I　get　a　chance　to　look　around　your　fascinating　planet？　So　far　this　trip　has　been　about　as　interesting　as　a　jail　term。〃　…
　 〃Relax　and　enjoy　your　food。　Probably　be　months　before　you're　able　to　go　outside。　If　at　all。〃
　 Jason　felt　his　jaw　hanging　and　closed　it　with　a　snap。　〃Could　you　possibly　tell　me　why？〃
　 〃Of　course。　You　will　have　to　go　through　the　same　training　course　that　our　children　take。　It　takes　them　six　years。　Of　course；　it's　their　first　six　years　of　life。　So　you　might　think　that　you；　as　an　adult；　could　learn　faster。　Then　again；　they　have　the　advantage　of　heredity。　All　I　can　say　is　you'll　go　outside　these　sealed　buildings　when　you're　ready。〃
　 Brucco　had　finished　eating　while　he　talked；　and　sat　staring　at　Jason's　bare　arms　with　growing　disgust。　〃The　first　thing　we　want　to　get　you　is　a　gun；〃　he　said。　〃It　gives　me　a　sick　feeling　to　see　someone　without　one。〃
　 Of　course　Brucco　wore　his　own　gun　continually；　even　within　the　sealed　buildings。
　 〃Every　gun　is　fitted　to　its　owner　and　would　be　useless　on　anyone　else；〃　Brucco　said。　〃I'll　show　you　why。〃　He　led　Jason　to　an　armory　jammed　with　deadly　weapons。　〃Put　your　arm　in　this　while　I　make　the　adjustments。〃
　 It　was　a　box…like　machine　with　a　pistol　grip　on　the　side。　Jason　clutched　the　grip　and　rested　his　elbow　on　a　metal　ioop。　Brucco　fixed　pointers　that　to