The monstrous truck was slowly developed in narrow journey between warehouses, and behind it the second already crept
out of black bowels, and behind the second - the third. JUra cautiously made the way along the walls radiating with heat,
deafened by a roar, urchanem and a heavy clang of unprecedented mechanisms.
Then he has seen a low platform on which loaded familiar cylindrical cylinders with a mix for vacuum welding. It has
approached more close and, joyfully smiling, has risen near to the person operating loading by means of a portable panel on
a neck. Some time it stood and looked, how arrows lebedok accurately stack against each other packed stacks of cylinders.
Then he has efficiently told: - Is not present, it will not go.
What will not go? - With interest the person has asked and has had a look at Juru.
Here this cylinder will not go.
Why? - You see. At it the crane is brought down.
Some seconds the person fluctuated.
Anything, - he has told. - there will understand.
Is not present, - Jura has objected. - we will not understand there. Clean this stack.
The person has removed hands from the panel and has stared at Juru. The arrow lebedki has stood, the next stack, very
quietly rocking, has hung in mid-air.
Same the trifle, - has told the person.
It here the trifle, - has again objected Jura.
The person has shrugged shoulders and has again put hands on the panel. JUra has captiously tracked unloading of the
rejected cylinder, has politely thanked and has gone further. Very soon he has found out that has lost the way. The territory
of warehouses represented the whole city, streets and which lanes were surprisingly similar one to another. Some times it got
to the lanes leaving directly in desert. In the end of such lanes there were huge boards with inscriptions: "Back! A zone of
dangerous radiation!". Quickly darkened, over warehouses have flashed a projector. JUra has gone after a column of any
cars on wide elastic caterpillars and it is unexpected for itself it has appeared on highway.