tailieunhanh - E.K. Jarvis - Get Out of Our Skies

He reached over and snapped the visiphone switch before his boss could have the satisfaction. He stomped to the window, still raging at Ostreich's lack of appreciation. But he chuckled when he saw the activity in the street. The crowds were thickening at the intersections, and a special battalion of city police were trying to keep things moving. Behind him, the visiphone was beeping frantically again. | feedboo is Get Out of Our Skies Jarvis . Published 1957 Categorie s Fiction Science Fiction Short Stories Source http 1 Also available on Feedbooks for Jarvis Before Egypt 1957 Copyright Please read the legal notice included in this e-book and or check the copyright status in your country. Note This book is brought to you by Feedbooks http Strictly for personal use do not use this file for commercial purposes. 2 On the first cloudy day in November Tom Blacker the shining light of Ostreich and Company Public Relations Counsellors placed a call to a shirtsleeved man on the rooftop of the Cannon Building in New York City. His message brought an immediate response from the waiting engineer who flicked switches and twirled dials with expert motions and brought into play the gigantic 50 000-watt projector installed on the peak. In his own office Tom paced the floor in front of the three-window exposure watching the heavens for the results. They weren t long in coming. The eyes came first. Eyes the size of Navy dirigibles with pupils of deep cerulean blue floating against the backdrop of the gray cumulus. The long lashes curled out almost a hundred feet from the lids. Then the rest of Monica Mitchell s famous face appeared the flowing yellow locks the sensuously curved lips parted moistly from even white teeth. From chin to hairline the projected image above the city was close to a thousand feet in diameter. Then as if the floating countenance wasn t alarming enough the ruby lips began to move. Monica s sweet-sultry voice like the first drippings from a jar of honey overcame the city sounds and began crooning the syrupy strains of Love Me Alone. Which happened by no coincidence to be the title and theme song of Monica s newest epic. It was a triumph. Tom knew it the moment he looked down at the crowded thoroughfare eighteen stories beneath the window. Traffic had come to a more than normal standstill. Drivers were leaving their .

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