Maxwell's Demons by Ben Bova

Maxwell's Demons by Ben Bova

Author:Ben Bova
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: science fiction, future, science, predictions, orion, science fact
Publisher: ReAnimus Press


The room was sumptuous, with thick carpeting and rich drapes framing the full-length windows that looked out over Manhattan’s glittering skyline. A thousand jewels gleamed in the skyscrapers and across the graceful bridges, outshining by far the smogged-over stars of heaven.

Henry swallowed his nervousness as he stood at the doorway with the famous movie star.

“Um, nice room you’ve got here,” he managed to say.

She smiled at him and slid out of her coat. “The studio arranged it. It’s mine until the premiere tomorrow night.”

Her dress glittered more than the view outside. And showed more, too. Henry worked a finger into his shirt collar, it was starting to feel uncomfortably tight, and warm.

“Here, let me help you,” she purred, still showing her perfectly capped teeth in a smile that earned a thousand letters per week, most of them obscene.

She undid his tie and popped the collar button open. “Make yourself comfortable and tell me all about those nasty Russians you outsmarted.”

“I—uh—um—”

Taking him by the wrist, she led Henry to the plushest couch he had ever seen and pulled him down into it, right next to her lush, lascivious body.

“You’re not going to be shy with me, are you? After all, I’m just a lonely little girl far from my home, and I need a big strong daddy to look after me.”

He could smell her musky perfume, feel the brush of her beautiful plasticized hair against his cheek.

“I, uh, I’ve got to catch a plane for—for Ulan Bator in one hour!” As the words popped out of his mouth, Henry sat up stiffly on the edge of the couch. He looked at his wristwatch. “Yes. One hour, to Ulan Bator. That’s in Mongolia, you know.”

She stared at him, pouting. “But what about our date tomorrow night? The premiere of my new movie!”

“I’m sorry. You’ll have to go with someone else. The President needs me in Mongolia. Top secret negotiations. You mustn’t say a word about this—any of this! To any one!”

With a shrug that nearly popped her breasts out of the low-cut gown, she said, “Okay. Okay. But tell those creepy friends of yours that I’ve done my patriotic duty, and don’t come around here looking for more!”



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