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

and I felt the tired old circuits, poorly designed and hastily
built. This was more factory defect than breakdown, but the user
apparently never knew there was something wrong with it until it
quit altogether. The moment I touched it the energy flowed, and by
the time I set it down it was fixed.
"Let's plug it in and see what's up," I said.
"It doesn't work at all."
"We've got to start somewhere."
"Now wait, how much is this going to cost?"
"It used to be sixty-five an hour, but for you I'll only
charge twenty-five."
"Why?" he asked.
"Why what?"
"Why do I get a lower price?"
"Because . . ." I looked around, thinking up a reason.
"Because we give everyone with orphaned computers a break."
"What do you mean, 'orphaned' computer?"
"That's the term for a computer model abandoned by its
manufacturer."
"This model was abandoned?"
"Yes sir, I'm afraid so. Quite a while ago."
He was upset at this news. "Well then, what's the point in
fixing it?"
"A working computer is better than a dead computer."
"A worthless computer is worthless if it's working or not."
"It's not worthless if it does what you need it to do."
"It's never done what I need it to do!"
Whew! The negative energy billowed out of this man like an
explosion of thick, black smoke. It was creating a hole in the
positive energy in the store. I'm treading on eggs here, I
thought. "What do you need it to do?" I asked. "Perhaps I can help
you."
The man blustered and turned red. "It doesn't work!" he
shouted.
"Well, I'll fix it, then we'll get it to do what you want it
to do."
"I want it to work!"
Almost all the positive energy in the room was gone. A
horrible development! I conjured all the positive energy I had
stored up in my body and levitated the professor's computer
through the air and into his hands. He grasped it, astonished.
"It's fixed," I told him. "It will now work better than it
ever had. It will function perfectly." I smiled, using my last few
drops of warmth. "No charge."
"Preposterous!" the man yelled, throwing the machine down
onto the floor between us. He turned and took leaping strides out
of the store, slamming the glass doors open and high-stepping to
his gray BMW. It looked like he was trying to climb steps into the
air.
Steve walked to the front and stood with me as the car left