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

left. He followed her halfway down the block but she wouldn't
speak to him, so he gave up and returned to the office. He entered
just as the technician was finishing with the computer. "Sign
here, please," he said to Leo.
Halfway through signing Leo noticed the price. "Six-thousand
dollars!"
"Yeah, I thought it was a mistake too," the technician said.
"But the company confirmed it, you got a great deal."
"Great deal!? Six-thousand is a great deal?"
"For fourteen-thousand dollars worth of equipment, I'd say
so!"
Leo finished signing and the technician left. Beside him, the
printer began whirring and pages began slipping out. Leo picked
one up and found it was a sales letter, very well written in an
appealing style, addressed to someone whom he didn't know. What
startled him was that like on Lolita's severance check his own
signature was at the bottom. "What the hell is this?"
"I am assuming you are you are talking to me," a female voice
said. It was coming from the new vox modem. "During the evening
while the phone rates were down, I accessed several nearby
hospital data banks and compiled a list of people who are in
outstanding health according to recent physical examinations. I am
writing them a form letter and then will follow up with a phone
call to secure an appointment. As appointments are made I will
print out daily schedules for you to follow."
Leo felt a little dizzy, trying to take this all in. "How did
you do my signature?"
"I was able to pull a sample of your signature out of the
memory buffer of the fax peripheral. The signature is from a
letter you faxed yesterday morning."
"Why did you fire Lolita?"
"Her pay was unnecessary overhead."
"What makes you think I wanted her fired?"
"My purpose is to make money selling life insurance. It was a
business decision which needed to be made."
"You should have asked me first."
"You did not specify that beforehand."
"You, I " Leo threw his hands into the air, and sat down in
his desk chair. What was the point in arguing with a machine? The
fact was, the machine appeared to be doing her job already, and
with much more efficiency, and had the machine not fired her he
would have never been able to bring himself to do it. It had
actually done him a favor.
Sitting there, thinking about it, he suddenly had a swelling
feeling of well-being. He picked up one of the freshly printed
sales letters and read it over again with admiration. This program


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