"Pat Cadigan - The Final Remake Of Little Latin Larry" - читать интересную книгу автора (Cadigan Pat)

supervise at least part of the process if not the whole thing. But this
time, I had to have three sorting programs running simultaneously while
doing a fourth myself, just for the sheer volume of information. I had
thought that a lot of it would turn out to be overlap if not outright
redundancy but I was wrong about that, too. While there was a certain
amount of duplication, none of it fell into the category of back-up. Every
single memory bit fit into its own place where no other would go.
I edited for days. I slept in the editing studio. At one point, I fell
asleep and woke up in the bar during "Twist and Shout" -- I actually
registered as having passed out on the floor under one of the tables on
the side. A great big biker chick with curly black hair and Cleopatra eyes
kept bending over me and saying, "Hey, honey, are you sure you're all
right?" in between twisting and shouting. For a while, I considered the
Little Latin Larry Motel -- instead of beds and rooms, you'd just pass out
in the bar and whatever time you chose for a wake-up call would be a
different number in the set, like "Twist and Shout," or "Long Tall Sally,"
or "Runaway." That idea passed; but it's not the stupidest thing anyone's
thought of, not by a long shot.
I was so many days putting a rough cut together that I kept insisting to
myself that I couldn't be sure about what I thought I had, that nobody
could remember so much with any degree of accuracy, especially if you work
out of sequence, the way I do. But deep in my heart, I did know. I think I
knew before I even started editing the raw material, when I saw how much
raw material there was to work with, and I just didn't want to admit it.
Because that was supposed to be impossible, you know. No one -- and that
is no exclamation point one double exclamation point -- had ever found a
combination of memory bits that, when assembled, would yield a complete,
finished feature without interpolation or reconstruction. It just didn't
happen because it just wasn't possible.
But there it was. The Return of Little Latin Larry and His Loopy Louies,
His Luscious Latinaires, and His Lascivious Latinettes; music not only
intact but in quadronic poly-sound, and every single member of the
audience present and accounted for at all times. My editing program said
there were no greyed-out areas whatsoever anywhere, and while you might be
able to fool a person for awhile, you can't hypnotize an editing program.
But even then, I still didn't want to believe that I had a complete
feature with no reconstruction or interpolation necessary, so naturally, I
took it for a spin.

I set the pod on Outcome: Surprise Me and zipped myself into it. I know my
blood was completely clean, because I cleaned it out myself. Not doping;
the blood never actually left my body to be recirculated. I used the
in-body nano-machine method, even if it does give me a psychosomatic itch.
It didn't take long, though, because I stay pretty clean between features;
it was really just to make sure there wasn't anything lingering from the
last one I'd done, a weird short subject called "But What About Moose and
Squirrel?" which I cannot even begin to explain to anyone outside this
particular clan who all claim ancestors from a particular area in
Philadelphia. I just didn't want to see anything out-of-context showing up
and interfering with my concentration in any way. Then I set the IV drip