Foster, You’re Dead [Филип Киндред Дик] (fb2) читать постранично, страница - 6


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car horns, the clang of signals. He was blank, his mind empty and dead. He walked automatically, without consciousness or feeling.

To his right a garish neon sign winked and glowed in the deepening night shadows. A huge sign, bright and colorful.

PEACE ON EARTH GOOD WILL TO MEN PUBLIC SHELTER ADMISSION 50c