The Neural Atrocity by Mick Farren

Author:Mick Farren
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
ISBN: 9780583126038
Publisher: Mayflower
Published: 1977-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

The laser unit had made a circular cut in the steel surface of Stuff Central about a metre across. As far as Jeb Stuart Ho could tell the loose piece in the middle of the cut was only held in place by a thin tongue of metal. He touched helmets with the other three brotherhood assassins.

‘I think we could push it in now.’

Lorenzo Binh turned his head slightly.

‘Shall we use physical strength or psi pressure?’

Ho turned off the laser.

‘We’ll try psi first. It would be best to make as few movements as possible. We have no way of knowing when we may trigger another part of the auto-defence. Attempt to move the cut out section on the count of three.’

Jeb Stuart Ho glanced carefully to make sure the other three were ready.

‘One, two, three.’

They all concentrated. The piece of metal didn’t move. After a few minutes Jeb Stuart Ho shook his head.

‘We can’t do it. We just don’t have the power.’

Tom Hoa looked at Ho.

‘We should use physical force?’

‘Yes, but don’t make any unnecessary movements.’

The four assassins slowly slid their hands on to the top of the cut out section of metal. They pushed with all their strength. The section began to bend inwards. Then something snapped and fell into the inside of the sphere with a loud crash.

‘Okay, go! Don’t get in range of those auto guns!’

Tom Hoa slid into the hole and disappeared from sight. Lorenzo Binh went swiftly after him. Lee Harvey Thot followed, but as he swung his body into the empty space, he raised his head a fraction too much. One of the automatic projectile throwers flashed into life. Lee Harvey Thot’s helmet was instantly shattered. His body tumbled through the hole.

Jeb Stuart Ho could see no way that he couldn’t be dead.

Ho eased himself through the hole. He let himself drop. He fell about three metres and hit a floor. He landed on his feet. He was in a corridor. It was lined with doors that looked as though they led to cubicles of some description. Lee Harvey Thot lay on the floor dead. Tom Hoa and Lorenzo Binh crouched with their guns at the ready.

The corridor ran absolutely straight for about two hundred metres. Then it disappeared over a kind of horizon as it followed the curve of the outside of the sphere. A number of small, yellow clad figures were just disappearing over it. As far as Jeb Stuart Ho could judge, they were only about half his height. It looked as though the computer had done something drastic to the growth pattern of its human operatives.

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