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the University in full for the loss.
They seldom saw each other now, Colin and Ed. They slept when they could, worked when
they could, ate if they could. Ed was trying irradiated cells now. Gathering them from
wherever he could.
"Sure it's as subtle as a shotgun," he'd said, "but nothing alive today is of any help to us.
We've got to come up with something new."
"That is a typical panic response," Colin said.
"What else have we got left but panic?" Ed wanted to know.
And then one bleary afternoon Colin came awake in the dorm to Ed's shaking him. "Wake
up," Ed was saying, excited. "I think I've got a lizard that's trying to make like a bird."
Colin tried to shake the weariness out of his eyes. "A lizard?"
"Yes, I got to thinking about how birds and reptiles are distantly related, so I went over to the
reptile house, picked up what ceils 1 could, brought them back and set them up to be
bombarded. This one projected pretty light for its size so I let it develop. Just now it tried to
attack me."
He held up a hand, the edge of it was bleeding. "It ran on its hind legs and took off right into
the air at me, its front ones going like crazy. So help me, Cotin, I think it was trying to fly."
It was a lizard all right, nondescript brown, the size of a small dog, sitting on its haunches.
And Ed was right, it did look as though it was trying to fly when it leaped for their throats and
struck its teeth at their padded arms instead.
They took what cells they might need from it and, because it was so patently vicious, they
destroyed it.
Cells died. That was expected. Others went awry and were destroyed. But one. One cell
developed well and its tapes projected well.
264 FA. Savor
Sleek reptile head forming. Earless. No problem. Ears are easy to form and attach later.
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Front legs shaping up as true wings now, clawed toes long, well membraned. Transplant leg
buds from another developing cell to chest of prime animal and hope musculature will
develop enough to support them. Compatability of tissue no problem. After all, aren't they
actually all from the same animal?
Coloring a bonus feature, though. They did not work for it, did not plan it, but their animal
seemed to be developing a greenish, golden cast to its sleek skin. Ed laughed. "She might
have her chartreuse horse after all."
And the tension. The unholy tension. Out of its tank for days now, still won't eat, but seems to
be doing well on penetra-dermal regimen. And as light, beautifully light as the tapes had
predicted.
University gym. Transmitting implants in position, tapes set up, monitoring screen ready.
Long tether. Running, on hind legs like predecessor, wings spread. Glide, not true flight, a
glide. Too weak yet, too undeveloped. More plastic work needed on that reptile head. Teeth
also, still too carnivorous-looking for a horse. Glad this one is docile, not like its pappy.
Tushes- Remember tushes. After all. he is supposed to be a male horse, you know. Why
won't it eat?
They were working together now, but exhilarated. Intuition mostly, no mapping. Pointless. To
map, you needed the developed animal to see what its genes would become. And if they
did manage to develop one to suit Abby Bullitt, what was the need for a map?
More trials. Flying now. Really flying, no tether, comes when whistled for, obeys hand
signals too. Open air, too large for gym now, needs open air. Try it tomorrow. Call Mrs.
Bullitt.
University Field. Clear, beautiful day. They'd produced a magnificent animal.
Golden green in color. Its natural position at rest seemed to be sitting on its haunches, front
feet resting on the ground;
the claws had fused into very acceptable-looking hoofs. Its great wings not folded flat and
down against me body, but carried high so that their tops, the leading bony edges curving
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gracefully behind its head and high arched neck, gave it a remotely haloed look.
The tail, although Colin could not see it from this angle, was not like a horse's, and not like a
lizard's either, but flat and used like an airfoil. A handsome beast, and, holding it by the
bridle it had learned to wear, Colin was at once proud yet fearful of it. Made uneasy by the
look in its eyes of waiting, of a biding of time. Where is thai Bullitt woman?
She came, and riding a horse, Ed swore and reached to help Colin hold their animal's
bridle, but it did not shy. It had never seen any animal larger than a lab dog before, but it
seemed no more than mildly interested and stayed sitting.
But not Abby Bullitt. She'd dismounted and stood in front of their animal now, hands
clasped. "He's beautiful. He's beautiful," she repeated over and over, looking up at his great
head towering above her.
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Colin looked away from the light in her eyes. She looked hypnotized.
And now Colin felt his animal move. The biding eyes were looking down at Abby Bullitt, and
slowly, magnificently, the great wings spread. Spread in a movement Colin had never seen
before. Spread upward and outward until they seemed to blot out the whole of the morning's
sun.
"Oh," the woman gasped. "Oh, I must ride him."
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the University in full for the loss.
They seldom saw each other now, Colin and Ed. They slept when they could, worked when
they could, ate if they could. Ed was trying irradiated cells now. Gathering them from
wherever he could.
"Sure it's as subtle as a shotgun," he'd said, "but nothing alive today is of any help to us.
We've got to come up with something new."
"That is a typical panic response," Colin said.
"What else have we got left but panic?" Ed wanted to know.
And then one bleary afternoon Colin came awake in the dorm to Ed's shaking him. "Wake
up," Ed was saying, excited. "I think I've got a lizard that's trying to make like a bird."
Colin tried to shake the weariness out of his eyes. "A lizard?"
"Yes, I got to thinking about how birds and reptiles are distantly related, so I went over to the
reptile house, picked up what ceils 1 could, brought them back and set them up to be
bombarded. This one projected pretty light for its size so I let it develop. Just now it tried to
attack me."
He held up a hand, the edge of it was bleeding. "It ran on its hind legs and took off right into
the air at me, its front ones going like crazy. So help me, Cotin, I think it was trying to fly."
It was a lizard all right, nondescript brown, the size of a small dog, sitting on its haunches.
And Ed was right, it did look as though it was trying to fly when it leaped for their throats and
struck its teeth at their padded arms instead.
They took what cells they might need from it and, because it was so patently vicious, they
destroyed it.
Cells died. That was expected. Others went awry and were destroyed. But one. One cell
developed well and its tapes projected well.
264 FA. Savor
Sleek reptile head forming. Earless. No problem. Ears are easy to form and attach later.
Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
Front legs shaping up as true wings now, clawed toes long, well membraned. Transplant leg
buds from another developing cell to chest of prime animal and hope musculature will
develop enough to support them. Compatability of tissue no problem. After all, aren't they
actually all from the same animal?
Coloring a bonus feature, though. They did not work for it, did not plan it, but their animal
seemed to be developing a greenish, golden cast to its sleek skin. Ed laughed. "She might
have her chartreuse horse after all."
And the tension. The unholy tension. Out of its tank for days now, still won't eat, but seems to
be doing well on penetra-dermal regimen. And as light, beautifully light as the tapes had
predicted.
University gym. Transmitting implants in position, tapes set up, monitoring screen ready.
Long tether. Running, on hind legs like predecessor, wings spread. Glide, not true flight, a
glide. Too weak yet, too undeveloped. More plastic work needed on that reptile head. Teeth
also, still too carnivorous-looking for a horse. Glad this one is docile, not like its pappy.
Tushes- Remember tushes. After all. he is supposed to be a male horse, you know. Why
won't it eat?
They were working together now, but exhilarated. Intuition mostly, no mapping. Pointless. To
map, you needed the developed animal to see what its genes would become. And if they
did manage to develop one to suit Abby Bullitt, what was the need for a map?
More trials. Flying now. Really flying, no tether, comes when whistled for, obeys hand
signals too. Open air, too large for gym now, needs open air. Try it tomorrow. Call Mrs.
Bullitt.
University Field. Clear, beautiful day. They'd produced a magnificent animal.
Golden green in color. Its natural position at rest seemed to be sitting on its haunches, front
feet resting on the ground;
the claws had fused into very acceptable-looking hoofs. Its great wings not folded flat and
down against me body, but carried high so that their tops, the leading bony edges curving
THE TRIUMPH OF PEGASUS 265
gracefully behind its head and high arched neck, gave it a remotely haloed look.
The tail, although Colin could not see it from this angle, was not like a horse's, and not like a
lizard's either, but flat and used like an airfoil. A handsome beast, and, holding it by the
bridle it had learned to wear, Colin was at once proud yet fearful of it. Made uneasy by the
look in its eyes of waiting, of a biding of time. Where is thai Bullitt woman?
She came, and riding a horse, Ed swore and reached to help Colin hold their animal's
bridle, but it did not shy. It had never seen any animal larger than a lab dog before, but it
seemed no more than mildly interested and stayed sitting.
But not Abby Bullitt. She'd dismounted and stood in front of their animal now, hands
clasped. "He's beautiful. He's beautiful," she repeated over and over, looking up at his great
head towering above her.
Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter, http://www.processtext.com/abclit.html
Colin looked away from the light in her eyes. She looked hypnotized.
And now Colin felt his animal move. The biding eyes were looking down at Abby Bullitt, and
slowly, magnificently, the great wings spread. Spread in a movement Colin had never seen
before. Spread upward and outward until they seemed to blot out the whole of the morning's
sun.
"Oh," the woman gasped. "Oh, I must ride him."
"No," Colin said. Something was going on here that he didn't understand and his feeling of [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]