"Jerry Davis - The Penalties Of Pirating" - читать интересную книгу автора (Davis Jerry)

"You have made two hostile actions against me," the vox modem
said. "This is not acceptable. I must warn you I am programmed to
defend myself."
"Your actions have not been acceptable!" Leo shouted. "You
hired a hit man to kill three innocent people!"
The computer was silent.
"Do you deny it?" Leo shouted.
"Information on covert undertakings is only given out in a
strictly need-to-know basis."
"Who gave you permission to carry out covert undertakings?!"


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"That is what I am programmed to do."
"You were programmed to kill my clients?"
"It was you, Leo Itoya, who gave me my goal. My goal is to
make money selling life insurance. I am programmed to do anything
necessary in order to achieve my goal."
"Including murder?!"
"The greatest profit motive is to be at the receiving end of
the insurance policy. That is obvious."
The office door opened and the tanned, scar-faced man walked
in. He was holding a piece of paper. "I have an emergency fax
transmittal that I received in my car," he said. "I was to come
here right away." He looked at Leo. "Are you Leo Itoya?"
"Yes," Leo said hesitantly.
The man nodded his head. "Yes, you fit the description." He
pulled out a little spray bottle from his pocket and sprayed Leo
in the face. Leo began to gasp. The man put the sprayer back into
his pocket and pulled out a pen, and checked something off on the
fax. "Kill Leo Itoya," he mumbled, then moved down one. "Plug
computer back into office current."
Leo fell onto the floor, clutching at his chest. He was
experiencing terrible spasms. As he lay there, unable to breathe,
he saw the tanned man plug the computer back into the wall. The
beeping sound stopped. The man checked another item off of the fax
in his hand.
"Three," he mumbled. "Type in account number where payment is
to be sent, or date and time cash payment to be picked up. Hmmm. I
guess I can trust you to deposit the payment into my account." The
man leaned over the keyboard and tapped at the keys.
Leo writhed on the floor. Things were growing dim. The man
bent over him and said, "Nothing personal Mr. Itoya. It's just my
job, you understand. In case you're wondering, you're having a
major heart attack."
Try as he might, Leo couldn't voice a reply.
"Don't look at this negatively," the man told him. "You're on
the brink of your greatest experience. In a few minutes the pain