"Unbelievable." Eckels breathed, the light of the Machine on his thin face. "A real Time Machine." He shook his head. "Makes you think, If the election had gone badly yesterday, I might be here now running away from the results. Thank God Keith won. He'll make a fine President of the United States."
"Yes," said the man behind the desk. "We're lucky. If Deutscher had gotten in, we'd have the worst kind of dictatorship. There's an anti everything man for you, a militarist, anti-Christ, anti-human, anti-intellectual. People called us up, you know, joking but not joking. Said if Deutscher became President they wanted to go live in 1492. Of course it's not our business to conduct Escapes, but to form Safaris. Anyway, Keith's President now. All you got to worry about is β"
"Shooting my dinosaur," Eckels finished it for him.
"A Tyrannosaurus Rex. The Tyrant Lizard, the most incredible monster in history. Sign this release. Anything happens to you, we're not responsible. Those dinosaurs are hungry."
Eckels flushed angrily. "Trying to scare me!"
"Frankly, yes. We don't want anyone going who'll panic at the first shot. Six Safari leaders were killed last year, and a dozen hunters. We're here to give you the severest thrill a real hunter ever asked for. Travelling you back sixty million years to bag the biggest game in all of Time. Your personal check's still there. Tear it up."Mr. Eckels looked at the check. His fingers twitched.
"Good luck (ΡΠ΄Π°ΡΠΈ)," said the man behind the desk (ΡΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π» ΡΠ΅Π»ΠΎΠ²Π΅ΠΊ Π·Π° ΡΡΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠΌ). "Mr. Travis, he's all yours (ΠΎΠ½ ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π½ΠΎΡΡΡΡ Π²Π°Ρ = Π·Π°ΠΉΠΌΠΈΡΠ΅ΡΡ ΠΈΠΌ)."
They moved silently across the room (ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠ»ΠΈ ΠΌΠΎΠ»ΡΠ° ΡΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π· ΠΊΠΎΠΌΠ½Π°ΡΡ), taking their guns with them (Π²Π·ΡΠ² ΡΠ²ΠΎΠΈ ΡΡΠΆΡΡ Ρ ΡΠΎΠ±ΠΎΠΉ), toward the Machine (ΠΏΠΎ Π½Π°ΠΏΡΠ°Π²Π»Π΅Π½ΠΈΡ ΠΊ ΠΠ°ΡΠΈΠ½Π΅), toward the silver metal and the roaring light (ΠΊ ΡΠ΅ΡΠ΅Π±ΡΡΠ½ΠΎΠΌΡ ΠΌΠ΅ΡΠ°Π»Π»Ρ ΠΈ ΡΠ΅Π²ΡΡΠ΅ΠΌΡ ΡΠ²Π΅ΡΡ).
First a day and then a night (ΡΠ½Π°ΡΠ°Π»Π° Π΄Π΅Π½Ρ, Π° ΠΏΠΎΡΠΎΠΌ Π½ΠΎΡΡ) and then a day and then a night, then it was day-night-day-night. A week, a month, a year, a decade (Π½Π΅Π΄Π΅Π»Ρ, ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΡ, Π³ΠΎΠ΄, Π΄Π΅ΡΡΡΠΈΠ»Π΅ΡΠΈΠ΅)! A.D. (ΡΠΎΠΊΡΠ°ΡΠ΅Π½Π½ΠΎΠ΅ anno Domini β Π½Π°ΡΠ΅ΠΉ ΡΡΡ /Π»Π°Ρ./) 2055. A.D. 2019. 1999! 1957! Gone (ΠΏΡΠΎΠ΅Ρ Π°Π»ΠΈ)! The Machine roared (ΠΠ°ΡΠΈΠ½Π° Π²Π·ΡΠ΅Π²Π΅Π»Π°).
They put on their oxygen helmets and tested the intercoms (ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ Π½Π°Π΄Π΅Π»ΠΈ ΠΊΠΈΡΠ»ΠΎΡΠΎΠ΄Π½ΡΠ΅ ΡΠ»Π΅ΠΌΡ ΠΈ ΠΏΡΠΎΠ²Π΅ΡΠΈΠ»ΠΈ ΡΠ²ΡΠ·Ρ).
Eckels swayed on the padded seat (ΠΊΠ°ΡΠ°Π»ΡΡ Π½Π° ΠΌΡΠ³ΠΊΠΎΠΌ ΡΠΈΠ΄Π΅Π½ΠΈΠΈ: to pad β Π½Π°Π±ΠΈΠ²Π°ΡΡ Π²ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΡΠΎΠΌ ΠΈΠ»ΠΈ Π²Π°ΡΠΎΠΉ), his face pale, his jaw stiff (Π΅Π³ΠΎ Π»ΠΈΡΠΎ Π±Π»Π΅Π΄Π½ΠΎ, Π΅Π³ΠΎ ΡΠ΅Π»ΡΡΡΡ Π·Π°ΡΡΡΠ²ΡΠ°Ρ, ΠΎΠΊΠΎΡΠ΅Π½Π΅Π²ΡΠ°Ρ = Π·ΡΠ±Ρ ΠΊΡΠ΅ΠΏΠΊΠΎ ΡΠΆΠ°ΡΡ). He felt the trembling in his arms and he looked down (ΠΎΠ½ ΠΏΠΎΡΡΠ²ΡΡΠ²ΠΎΠ²Π°Π» Π΄ΡΠΎΠΆΡ Π² ΡΡΠΊΠ°Ρ ΠΈ ΠΏΠΎΡΠΌΠΎΡΡΠ΅Π» Π²Π½ΠΈΠ·) and found his hands tight on the new rifle (ΠΈ ΠΎΠ±Π½Π°ΡΡΠΆΠΈΠ» ΡΠ²ΠΎΠΈ ΡΡΠΊΠΈ ΠΏΠ»ΠΎΡΠ½ΠΎ, ΠΊΡΠ΅ΠΏΠΊΠΎ /ΠΏΡΠΈΠΆΠ°ΡΡΠΌΠΈ/ ΠΊ Π½ΠΎΠ²ΠΎΠΉ Π²ΠΈΠ½ΡΠΎΠ²ΠΊΠ΅ /Β«Π½Π° Π½ΠΎΠ²ΠΎΠΉ Π²ΠΈΠ½ΡΠΎΠ²ΠΊΠ΅Β»/). There were four other men in the Machine (Π² ΠΠ°ΡΠΈΠ½Π΅ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ Π΅ΡΠ΅ 4 ΡΠ΅Π»ΠΎΠ²Π΅ΠΊΠ°). Travis, the Safari Leader (ΡΡΠΊΠΎΠ²ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΡΠ΅Π»Ρ), his assistant (Π΅Π³ΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΠΌΠΎΡΠ½ΠΈΠΊ), Lesperance, and two other hunters (ΠΈ Π΄Π²Π° Π΄ΡΡΠ³ΠΈΡ ΠΎΡ ΠΎΡΠ½ΠΈΠΊΠ°), Billings and Kramer. They sat looking at each other (ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ ΡΠΈΠ΄Π΅Π»ΠΈ, ΡΠΌΠΎΡΡΡ Π΄ΡΡΠ³ Π½Π° Π΄ΡΡΠ³Π°), and the years blazed around them (ΠΈ Π³ΠΎΠ΄Ρ ΡΠ²Π΅ΡΠΊΠ°Π»ΠΈ = ΠΌΠ΅Π»ΡΠΊΠ°Π»ΠΈ Π²ΠΎΠΊΡΡΠ³ Π½ΠΈΡ ).
"Can these guns get a dinosaur cold (ΠΌΠΎΠ³ΡΡ Π»ΠΈ ΡΡΠΈ ΡΡΠΆΡΡ ΡΠ±ΠΈΡΡ Π΄ΠΈΠ½ΠΎΠ·Π°Π²ΡΠ° Π½Π°ΠΏΠΎΠ²Π°Π»)?" Eckels felt his mouth saying (ΠΏΠΎΡΡΠ²ΡΡΠ²ΠΎΠ²Π°Π», ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ Π΅Π³ΠΎ ΡΠΎΡ Π³ΠΎΠ²ΠΎΡΠΈΡ = ΠΏΡΠΎΠΈΠ·Π½Π΅Ρ Π½Π΅ΠΎΡΠΎΠ·Π½Π°Π½Π½ΠΎ).
"If you hit them right (Π΅ΡΠ»ΠΈ ΠΏΠΎΠΏΠ°ΡΡΡ ΠΈΠ· Π½ΠΈΡ ΠΏΡΠ°Π²ΠΈΠ»ΡΠ½ΠΎ: to hit β ΡΠ΄Π°ΡΡΡΡ, ΠΏΠΎΠΏΠ°Π΄Π°ΡΡ Π² ΡΠ΅Π»Ρ)," said Travis on the helmet radio (ΡΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π» Π’ΡΠ΅Π²ΠΈΡ ΠΏΠΎ ΡΠ°Π΄ΠΈΠΎ Π² ΡΠ»Π΅ΠΌΠ΅). "Some dinosaurs have two brains (Ρ Π½Π΅ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΡ Π΄ΠΈΠ½ΠΎΠ·Π°Π²ΡΠΎΠ² Π΄Π²Π° ΠΌΠΎΠ·Π³Π°), one in the head (ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΠ½ Π² Π³ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΠ²Π΅), another far down the spinal column (Π΄ΡΡΠ³ΠΎΠΉ Π³ΠΎΡΠ°Π·Π΄ΠΎ Π½ΠΈΠΆΠ΅ ΠΏΠΎ ΠΏΠΎΠ·Π²ΠΎΠ½ΠΎΡΠ½ΠΈΠΊΡ: spinal column β ΠΏΠΎΠ·Π²ΠΎΠ½ΠΎΡΠ½ΡΠΉ ΡΡΠΎΠ»Π±). We stay away from those (ΠΌΡ ΠΈΠ·Π±Π΅Π³Π°Π΅ΠΌ ΡΠ°ΠΊΠΈΡ ). That's stretching luck (ΡΡΠΎ ΠΈΡΠΊΡΡΠ°Π΅Ρ ΡΡΠ΄ΡΠ±Ρ = Π½Π΅Π·Π°ΡΠ΅ΠΌ ΠΈΡΠΊΡΡΠ°ΡΡ ΡΡΠ΄ΡΠ±Ρ: to stretch β ΡΠ°ΡΡΡΠ³ΠΈΠ²Π°ΡΡ, luck β ΡΠ΄Π°ΡΠ°, to stretch one's luck β ΠΈΡΠΊΡΡΠ°ΡΡ ΡΡΠ΄ΡΠ±Ρ). Put your first two shots into the eyes (Β«ΠΏΠΎΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΠΈΡΠ΅Β» Π²Π°ΡΠΈ ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ²ΡΠ΅ Π΄Π²Π° Π²ΡΡΡΡΠ΅Π»Π° Π² Π³Π»Π°Π·Π°), if you can, blind them (Π΅ΡΠ»ΠΈ ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ΅ΡΠ΅, ΠΎΡΠ»Π΅ΠΏΠΈΡΠ΅ ΠΈΡ ), and go back into the brain (ΠΈ ΠΈΠ΄ΠΈΡΠ΅ Β«Π½Π°Π·Π°Π΄Β» Π² ΠΌΠΎΠ·Π³ = ΡΡΡΠ΅Π»ΡΠΉΡΠ΅ Π² ΠΌΠΎΠ·Π³)."
"Good luck," said the man behind the desk. "Mr. Travis, he's all yours."
They moved silently across the room, taking their guns with them, toward the Machine, toward the silver metal and the roaring light.
First a day and then a night and then a day and then a night, then it was day-night-day-night. A week, a month, a year, a decade! A.D. 2055. A.D. 2019. 1999! 1957! Gone! The Machine roared.
They put on their oxygen helmets and tested the intercoms.
Eckels swayed on the padded seat, his face pale, his jaw stiff. He felt the trembling in his arms and he looked down and found his hands tight on the new rifle. There were four other men in the Machine. Travis, the Safari Leader, his assistant, Lesperance, and two other hunters, Billings and Kramer. They sat looking at each other, and the years blazed around them.
"Can these guns get a dinosaur cold?" Eckels felt his mouth saying.
"If you hit them right," said Travis on the helmet radio. "Some dinosaurs have two brains, one in the head, another far down the spinal column. We stay away from those. That's stretching luck. Put your first two shots into the eyes, if you can, blind them, and go back into the brain."
The Machine howled (ΠΠ°ΡΠΈΠ½Π° Π·Π°Π²ΡΠ»Π°). Time was a film run backward (Π²ΡΠ΅ΠΌΡ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΎ ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΠΏΠ»Π΅Π½ΠΊΠ°, ΠΏΡΠΎΠΊΡΡΡΠ΅Π½Π½Π°Ρ Π½Π°Π·Π°Π΄). Suns fled (ΡΠΎΠ»Π½ΡΠ° Π±Π΅ΠΆΠ°Π»ΠΈ, ΡΠΏΠ°ΡΠ°Π»ΠΈΡΡ Π±Π΅Π³ΡΡΠ²ΠΎΠΌ: to flee β fled β fled) and ten million moons fled after them (ΠΈ Π΄Π΅ΡΡΡΡ ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»ΠΈΠΎΠ½ΠΎΠ² Π»ΡΠ½ Π±Π΅ΠΆΠ°Π»ΠΈ Π²ΡΠ»Π΅Π΄ Π·Π° Π½ΠΈΠΌΠΈ). "Think (ΠΏΠΎΠ΄ΡΠΌΠ°ΠΉΡΠ΅)," said Eckels. "Every hunter that ever lived would envy us today (Π»ΡΠ±ΠΎΠΉ ΠΎΡ ΠΎΡΠ½ΠΈΠΊ, ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΠΉ ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π°-Π»ΠΈΠ±ΠΎ ΠΆΠΈΠ», ΠΏΠΎΠ·Π°Π²ΠΈΠ΄ΠΎΠ²Π°Π» Π±Ρ Π½Π°ΠΌ ΡΠ΅Π³ΠΎΠ΄Π½Ρ). This makes Africa seem like Illinois (ΡΡΠΎ Π·Π°ΡΡΠ°Π²Π»ΡΠ΅Ρ ΠΡΡΠΈΠΊΡ Π²ΡΠ³Π»ΡΠ΄Π΅ΡΡ ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΠΠ»Π»ΠΈΠ½ΠΎΠΉΡ = ΠΏΠΎΡΠ»Π΅ ΡΡΠΎΠ³ΠΎ ΠΈ ΠΡΡΠΈΠΊΠ° Π±ΡΠ΄Π΅Ρ ΠΊΠ°Π·Π°ΡΡΡΡ ΠΎΠ±ΡΠΊΠ½ΠΎΠ²Π΅Π½Π½ΠΎΠΉ)."
The Machine slowed (Π·Π°ΠΌΠ΅Π΄Π»ΠΈΠ»Π° Ρ ΠΎΠ΄); its scream fell to a murmur (Π΅Π΅ Π²ΠΈΠ·Π³ ΡΠΏΠ°Π», ΡΡΠΈΡ Π΄ΠΎ ΠΆΡΠΆΠΆΠ°Π½ΠΈΡ = ΡΠΌΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠ»ΡΡ ΠΆΡΠΆΠΆΠ°Π½ΠΈΠ΅ΠΌ). The Machine stopped (ΠΠ°ΡΠΈΠ½Π° ΠΎΡΡΠ°Π½ΠΎΠ²ΠΈΠ»Π°ΡΡ).
The sun stopped in the sky (ΡΠΎΠ»Π½ΡΠ΅ ΠΎΡΡΠ°Π½ΠΎΠ²ΠΈΠ»ΠΎΡΡ Π½Π° Π½Π΅Π±Π΅).
The fog that had enveloped the Machine blew away (ΡΡΠΌΠ°Π½, ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΠΉ ΠΎΠΊΡΡΠ°Π» ΠΠ°ΡΠΈΠ½Ρ, ΡΠ°ΡΡΠ΅ΡΠ»ΡΡ) and they were in an old time (ΠΈ ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ Π±ΡΠ»ΠΈ Π² ΡΡΠ°ΡΠΎΠΌ Π²ΡΠ΅ΠΌΠ΅Π½ΠΈ = Π² Π΄ΡΠ΅Π²Π½ΠΎΡΡΠΈ), a very old time indeed (Π² ΠΎΡΠ΅Π½Ρ ΡΡΠ°ΡΠΎΠΌ Π²ΡΠ΅ΠΌΠ΅Π½ΠΈ, Π½Π° ΡΠ°ΠΌΠΎΠΌ Π΄Π΅Π»Π΅ = Π² Π΄Π΅ΠΉΡΡΠ²ΠΈΡΠ΅Π»ΡΠ½ΠΎ Π³Π»ΡΠ±ΠΎΠΊΠΎΠΉ Π΄ΡΠ΅Π²Π½ΠΎΡΡΠΈ), three hunters and two Safari Heads (ΡΡΠΈ ΠΎΡ ΠΎΡΠ½ΠΈΠΊΠ° ΠΈ Π΄Π²Π° ΡΡΠΊΠΎΠ²ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΡΠ΅Π»Ρ) with their blue metal guns across their knees (ΡΠΎ ΡΠ²ΠΎΠΈΠΌΠΈ ΡΠΈΠ½ΠΈΠΌΠΈ ΠΌΠ΅ΡΠ°Π»Π»ΠΈΡΠ΅ΡΠΊΠΈΠΌΠΈ ΡΡΠΆΡΡΠΌΠΈ Β«ΠΏΠΎΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΠΊ ΠΊΠΎΠ»Π΅Π½Β» = Π½Π° ΠΊΠΎΠ»Π΅Π½ΡΡ ).
"Christ isn't born yet (Π₯ΡΠΈΡΡΠΎΡ Π΅ΡΠ΅ Π½Π΅ ΡΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΠ»ΡΡ)," said Travis, "Moses has not gone to the mountains to talk with God (ΠΠΎΠΈΡΠ΅ΠΉ Π΅ΡΠ΅ Π½Π΅ Π²Π·ΠΎΡΠ΅Π» Π² Π³ΠΎΡΡ Π³ΠΎΠ²ΠΎΡΠΈΡΡ Ρ Π±ΠΎΠ³ΠΎΠΌ). The Pyramids are still in the earth (ΠΏΠΈΡΠ°ΠΌΠΈΠ΄Ρ /Ρ.Π΅. ΠΊΠ°ΠΌΠ½ΠΈ, ΠΈΠ· ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΡ ΠΎΠ½ΠΈ ΠΏΠΎΡΡΡΠΎΠ΅Π½Ρ/ Π΅ΡΠ΅ Π² Π·Π΅ΠΌΠ»Π΅), waiting to be cut out and put up (Β«ΠΆΠ΄ΡΡΠΈΠ΅ Π±ΡΡΡ Π²ΡΡΠ΅Π·Π°Π½Π½ΡΠΌΠΈ ΠΈ ΡΠ»ΠΎΠΆΠ΅Π½Π½ΡΠΌΠΈΒ» = ΠΎΠΆΠΈΠ΄Π°ΡΡ, ΡΡΠΎΠ±Ρ ΠΈΡ ΠΎΡΠ΅ΡΠ°Π»ΠΈ ΠΈ ΡΠ»ΠΎΠΆΠΈΠ»ΠΈ). Remember that (ΠΏΠΎΠΌΠ½ΠΈΡΠ΅ ΡΡΠΎ). Alexander, Caesar, Napoleon, Hitler (ΠΠ»Π΅ΠΊΡΠ°Π½Π΄Ρ /ΠΠ°ΠΊΠ΅Π΄ΠΎΠ½ΡΠΊΠΈΠΉ/, Π¦Π΅Π·Π°ΡΡ, ΠΠ°ΠΏΠΎΠ»Π΅ΠΎΠ½, ΠΠΈΡΠ»Π΅Ρ) β none of them exists (Π½ΠΈΠΊΡΠΎ ΠΈΠ· Π½ΠΈΡ /Π΅ΡΠ΅/ Π½Π΅ ΡΡΡΠ΅ΡΡΠ²ΡΠ΅Ρ)." The men nodded (ΠΌΡΠΆΡΠΈΠ½Ρ ΠΊΠΈΠ²Π½ΡΠ»ΠΈ).
The Machine howled. Time was a film run backward. Suns fled and ten million moons fled after them. "Think," said Eckels. "Every hunter that ever lived would envy us today. This makes Africa seem like Illinois."
The Machine slowed; its scream fell to a murmur. The Machine stopped.
The sun stopped in the sky.
The fog that had enveloped the Machine blew away and they were in an old time, a very old time indeed, three hunters and two Safari Heads with their blue metal guns across their knees.
"Christ isn't born yet," said Travis, "Moses has not gone to the mountains to talk with God. The Pyramids are still in the earth, waiting to be cut out and put up. Remember that. Alexander, Caesar, Napoleon, Hitler β none of them exists." The men nodded.
"That (ΡΡΠΎ)" β Mr. Travis pointed (ΡΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π» ΠΌΠΈΡΡΠ΅Ρ Π’ΡΠ΅Π²ΠΈΡ) β "is the jungle of sixty million two thousand and fifty-five years before President Keith (Π΄ΠΆΡΠ½Π³Π»ΠΈ Π·Π° ΡΠ΅ΡΡΡΠ΄Π΅ΡΡΡ ΠΌΠΈΠ»Π»ΠΈΠΎΠ½ΠΎΠ² Π΄Π²Π΅ ΡΡΡΡΡΠΈ ΠΏΡΡΡΠ΄Π΅ΡΡΡ ΠΏΡΡΡ Π»Π΅Ρ Π΄ΠΎ ΠΡΠ΅Π·ΠΈΠ΄Π΅Π½ΡΠ° ΠΠ΅ΠΉΡΠ°)."
He indicated a metal path that struck off into green wilderness (ΠΎΠ½ ΡΠΊΠ°Π·Π°Π» Π½Π° ΠΌΠ΅ΡΠ°Π»Π»ΠΈΡΠ΅ΡΠΊΡΡ ΡΡΠΎΠΏΡ, ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΠ°Ρ ΡΡ ΠΎΠ΄ΠΈΠ»Π° Π² Π·Π΅Π»Π΅Π½ΡΠ΅ Π·Π°ΡΠΎΡΠ»ΠΈ: to strike off β ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠ΅ΡΡΠΈΡΡ, wilderness β Π΄ΠΈΠΊΠ°Ρ ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡΠ½ΠΎΡΡΡ, Π·Π°ΠΏΡΡΠ΅Π½Π½Π°Ρ ΡΠ°ΡΡΡ ΡΠ°Π΄Π°), over steaming swamp (Π½Π°Π΄ ΠΈΡΠΏΠ°ΡΡΡΡΠΈΠΌ Π±ΠΎΠ»ΠΎΡΠΎΠΌ), among giant ferns and palms (ΡΡΠ΅Π΄ΠΈ Π³ΠΈΠ³Π°Π½ΡΡΠΊΠΈΡ ΠΏΠ°ΠΏΠΎΡΠΎΡΠ½ΠΈΠΊΠΎΠ² ΠΈ ΠΏΠ°Π»ΡΠΌ).