"Jerry Davis - Strong Metallic Arm" - читать интересную книгу автора (Davis Jerry)

"Thank you." Erin stared at the breakfast with no desire to
eat. "It looks like you're starting to adjust to not working."
"Hell, honey, when have I ever worked? I can do without
business deals. You were right all along. If I want to work the
nets, I can use my own money."
"You don't hate me?"
"No! I don't hate you. It's a silly little matter, anyway, I
don't see why we got all worked up about it."
It's just me, she told herself. I feel so guilty about
cutting him off from what he loves. He ought to hate me. He really
should. That's why his voice sounds so insincere to me, it's
because my subconscious hates me for doing it to him. That's why
I've been having all those terrible nightmares. Right, TIM? That's
what The Oracle said.
TIM told her. like to review the recent conversations?>
What she really wanted to do is have another session with
The Oracle. It was the ultimate AI, the ultimate psychologist, the
ultimate confessional. It was just that it was so damn expensive.
No, she thought. Not now. I can't go off into a trance at the
breakfast table. She made a valiant attempt at smiling at Duane.
"Do you think . . ."
"What?" he said.
"Do you think we could do something besides fish while we're
out on the boat?"

"Something besides fish?" He said it like it was
inconceivable.
"It's been over two months."
"Two months since . . . oh, yeah. I guess it has, hasn't it?
Well." He smiled. The smile seemed genuine enough. "Well," was all
he said.
It was a sunny, cloudless day in the islands. Duane had the
boat's top retracted and a breeze blew warm and fresh across
Erin's skin. She was reclined across a cushion at the back,
feeling lazy and at ease. Her fear was gone. The Oracle had been
absolutely right.
They had kissed and petted while the boat drifted up the
Dime river from their dock. The love is still there, she thought.
He was up front talking to the Nav AI about the best fishing spots
this season, and she was just lying in the sun, relaxed, waiting
for him to come back. Nobody else seemed to be on the water today;
she didn't feel modest, no one would see.
The sunlight flashed against her closed eyelids as they
crossed the shadows of passing trees. The gravity engines hummed;



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