Index
Balzac, Honore de Der Dorfpfarrer
Armand Antoni CzśÂ‚owiek z lustra
Kushner, Ellen Los Mejores Relatos de Fantasia II
0886. Jameson Bronwyn W poszukiwaniu wspomnieśÂ„
Heinlein, Robert A The Worlds of Robert A Heinlein
William Faulkner Intruder in the Dust
Triple M 3 Needing Me, Wanting You
Andrzej Sapkowski [Witcher 01] The Last Wish (pdf)
Dr med. G. A. Wojtowicz Ulecz sam siebie!
Glen Cook The Dragon Never Sleeps
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    there should be some recovery. And your own personality will be back in command. This
    imprint will dissolve.
     Oh God. Good. No offense, Griffin. It feels good, but I don't like it. Not really. I started
    to rub my hand over my face, and then stopped as the rough skin throbbed with pain.  What in
    hell happened last night?
     It wasn't last night; it was three days ago.
     Three days? That explained why my hands were scabbed.
     I found you in the gym. You'd been repeating the same kilij form for hours. The sleeves
    of your shirt were soaked with blood. Initially I thought you'd be all right once I stopped you, but
    then you began to melt down. You're eyes were bleeding& your ear as well. I was afraid you'd
    have a heart attack. You'd gone white as a sheet, and you were icy cold. You kept saying his
    name over and over.
     I remember talking to you& and then& 
     I assaulted you. I'm sorry.
     You son of a she-wolf. My curse lacked conviction. He'd saved my sanity, if not my life.
     I can't believe I was out for three days.
    Oddly, I didn't feel that I'd been unconscious for that long. Aside from some stiffness and
    the distinct need to pee, I felt good.
     You weren't really out. I had you up a bit. For food& water& 
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     I don't remember.
     I imagine the chip was rebooting. He stood, and I followed suit, trailing him as he left
    the room and crossed over onto the bridge.  If ever I meet the person who invented that thing, I'll
    take pleasure in killing them slowly.
    The deadly intent in his voice gave me the chills.
    Once he took the pilot's seat, I settled into the vacant chair, surprised at how comfortable it
    was.
     We've got another two hours in ID space, and then we'll drop out just outside of the orbit
    of Barris 9. I'll deliver the cargo, resupply, and we'll be on our way fairly quickly.
     ID space?
     Inter-dimensional. It's a fairly new technology. A small reactor throws us into an alternate
    dimension of sorts. The distance varies depending on which ID you choose. We can also use
    wormhole and energy jumps.
    Wormholes made sense.  Energy jumps?
     Think of it as a giant slingshot. The ship is placed in a gate within the orbit of a major
    planet or a small sun. Energy builds, and when the ship is released from the gate, it's acquired
    enough energy to propel through the system. It's crude, but good for short jumps.
    The remainder of the day was like that; my questions grew and multiplied, and Griffin
    patiently answered. He showed me how to activate my navigational screen, and I began learning
    the equations to calculate ID jumps. Thankfully it seemed that I'd actually paid attention to my
    studies as a youth. The equations were complex, but with the assistance of the computer, I was
    able to calculate a course with accuracy. The whole concept of moving through an alternate
    dimension made me a bit uneasy, but in reality, the travel was not only faster, but completely
    uneventful. Unlike wormholes, which were few and far apart, ID space was always accessible.
     It's odd, Helios. After all that's happened, you're still you.
     Hmm? I looked up from the display that had extended from the arm of my chair. It was
    only then that I realized how weary he looked. Griffin's face was lined with fatigue; his posture
    was very loose. Had he been at the helm since we'd left?
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     I said, you're still you. You may have lost your memories, and even some of your habits,
    but at the core, you're the same person.
    Oddly, that gave me comfort. I ended the program and pushed the display back into place.
    I looked at him curiously.
     You've always had this ability to shut out everything and focus completely on your task.
    Of course, in the past you never allowed me to take you by surprise.
    My cheeks flushed in embarrassment. I'd been kicking myself for being so careless.
     You'll pick it up again, Lio. You're just out of practice.
    I stared down at my hands, noticing that they were still stiff and sore. I'd blocked the pain
    as well as other outside distractions.
     What's the frown for?
     Oh& It's just&  I started to say something about my hands, but to my horror, the truth
    came out instead.
     I don't remember being so& gratified when U'shma praised me.
    He swung his chair around in my direction, a slightly grim smile on his face.  It's the
    reward and punishment system. You probably received extensive training when you were first
    captured. The smile faded at the mention of my capture. It was still a mystery to me; I had no
    idea how I'd ended up in enemy hands.
     Anyhow, you were conditioned to seek praise and reward for good behavior.
     And I was punished for bad behavior. I swallowed; long-forgotten beatings itched along
    my nerve endings.
     I imagine you received a great deal more punishment than reward. You must have been a
    terrible slave. He smiled again, turning back to the piloting console. His comment was rich with
    meaning, and for whatever reason, blood rushed to my groin. What had he been up to during
    those three days that I could not remember?
     Griffin, may I return to my quarters for a few moments?
     Why are you asking& oh. Yes. I figure you can take Markus's room. It's directly across
    from mine. He kept his head averted, his blind side to me. I felt acutely disappointed that I was
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    being moved into another room. Didn't he want me close? I fought not to look over my shoulder
    as I exited the bridge.
    The cabin was mostly empty. I visited the latrine and found a comb, and carefully tied my
    hair back into a long braided tail. There was a mirror inside the door of a recessed wardrobe. The
    rest of Markus's clothing was similar to what I was wearing functional and sturdy. I studied
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