"Davis, Jerry - Voodoo Computer Healer" - читать интересную книгу автора (Davis Jerry)

their odd electronic ways, were beginning to simply heal.
Nick noticed this first. He wanted to know why my tech room
was suddenly so much more profitable. "I'm fixing the boards," I
told him, "instead of replacing them."
"You can do that?"
"Yeah!"
He smiled and nodded. Things were looking up. Sales had
climbed to an all-time high as well. "Maybe," he said, "maybe we
should cut the repair prices down. Do ya think?"
"It wouldn't hurt us," I told him.
"I want to do that," he said. "That'll really make our
customer's happy, wouldn't it?"
"Sure."
"Okay. Do it. Start giving them a break." He was happy. He
was being nice, and it felt good --- especially since he didn't
have to be nice. It irritated him when he had to be nice, but when
it was of his own free will, of the genuine goodness of his heart,
it felt great. It pumped the positive energy up another notch in
the store, as well.
He was right, too --- the customers were happy. Mr. John P.
Galmore had been quoted $350 for his IBM repair, and we only
charged him $220. Wayne Trapper thought it was going to be $175 to
get his laptop back, but it only cost him $90. Little Jimmy Malcot
got his Macintosh repaired for only $25 instead of $110. Nick even
gave him some games for free.
Two weeks later Jimmy's father came in --- Mr. Malcot of
Malcot Industries --- and bought $350,000 worth of equipment. He
did this because of what we had done for his son. Nick was
ecstatic! What we were doing was paying off. Everyone was winning.
Everyone felt good!
We had a little party one day after work, celebrating yet
another record breaking month. During the party an old man in a
sports jacket banged on the front door even though the store was
obviously closed. He looked through the window at us with a
desperate expression.
Nick let him in. "I'm a writer," the man said to Nick. "The
only copy of my novel is on this computer, and the computer
stopped working."
Nick swore to himself. "If there's something wrong with your
hard drive," Nick told the writer, "your novel may be gone. And
when it's gone, it's gone."
The writer looked stricken. "It's the only copy I have."
Now Nick was gritting his teeth and frowning. This sounded
like a really bad scene. "You didn't print any of it out or
anything?"
"No." The man was on the verge of tears. "I've been working
on it for four years. Nothing like this has ever happened."
"Well, we'll get our tech working on it," Nick said. "I can't
promise anything, but if anyone can save your novel, he can."
We put it on my work bench and plugged it in. Turned it on.