YuBo: переводы

→"My name, as I said, is Kathleen DeVries. I'm a nurse at a senior citizens' home here." She
told him her phone number. "But, really, I'm glad to pay for the call. Honestly, I don't want
anything from you, and I'm not trying to trick you. But, well -- look, I see people die all the
time. We lose about one a week here at the home, but they're mostly in their eighties or
nineties or even their hundreds. But you -- you're going to be just forty-eight when you die,
and that's way too young. I thought by calling you up, by letting you know, maybe you could
somehow prevent your own death."

→He was twenty-seven; he was in good health. As he'd been thinking a few moments ago, of
course he wouldn't be dead of natural causes in a mere twenty-one years. But -- murder?

→speak." She paused. "I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news."

→"Actually, no. There was a -- what would you call it? A status line? There was a status line
at the top of the reader that said the date and the name of the paper quite prominently: The
Johannesburg Star, Tuesday, October 22, 2030. So I guess it was yesterday's paper, so to

→"I'm -- I'm sorry, Dr. Procopides. I know this must come as quite a shock."

→Theo was quiet for a few moments longer, then: "The article you were reading -- does it
say who kills me?"

→"Yes." For the time being.

→"And the paper you were reading -- you're sure that it was the then-current one? You
know, the October 23, 2030, one."

→There was a small silence. "Well, not exactly. The rest of the article was off-screen, and
instead of touching the pagedown button -- I could clearly see such a button on the side of
the reading device -- I went on to select another article." She paused. "I'm sorry, Dr.
Procopides. I -- the 2009 me -- was interested in what the rest of the story said, but the
2030 version didn't seem to care. I did try to will her -- to will me -- to touch the page-down
control, but it didn't work."

→"I am sorry."

→"So you don't know who killed me, or why?"

→"You mean your vision ended before you finished reading the article?"

→" ... director of the Tachyon-Tardyon Collider at CERN. Dr. Procopides had been with CERN
for twenty-three years. No motive has been suggested for the killing, but robbery has been
ruled out, as Dr. Procopides's wallet was found on him. The physicist was apparently shot
sometime between noon and 1:00 P.M. local time yesterday. The investigation is continuing.
Dr. Procopides is survived by his ... "

→"Yes? Yes?"

→"I'm sorry, that's all it said."

→DeVries went on. "The dateline was Geneva. It said, 'Theodosios Procopides, a Greek
physicist working at CERN, the European center for particle physics, was found shot to death
today. Procopides, who received his Ph.D. from Oxford, was director of the Tachyon-Tardyon
Collider at -- "

→"The Tachyon-Tardyon Collider," said DeVries. She was mispronouncing "tachyon," saying it
with a CH blend instead of a K sound. "I'd never heard those words before."

→"There's no such collider," said Theo. "At least, not yet. Please, go on."

→"Say that again," said Theo.

→Shot, thought Theo. God.