"Cory Doctorow - Andas Game" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dodd Christina)

lollipop-lady's sign, she felt like she might burst with pride and good feeling and she smiled until her
face hurt.

> Anda,

her sergeant said to her,

> how would you like to make some money?

> Money, Sarge?

Ever since she'd risen to platoon leader, she'd been getting more missions, but they paid gold -- money
wasn't really something you talked about in-game.

The Sarge -- sensible boobs, gigantic sword, longbow, gloriously orcish ugly phiz -- moved her avatar
impatiently.

> Something wrong with my typing, Anda?

> No, Sarge,

she typed.

> You mean gold?

> If I meant gold, I would have said gold. Can you go voice?

Anda looked around. Her door was shut and she could hear her parents in the sitting-room watching
something loud on telly. She turned up her music just to be safe and then slipped on her headset. They
said it could noise-cancel a Blackhawk helicopter -- it had better be able to overcome the little inductive
speakers suction-cupped to the underside of her desk. She switched to voice.

"Hey, Lucy," she said.

"Call me Sarge!" Lucy's accent was American, like an old TV show, and she lived somewhere in the
middle of the country where it was all vowels, Iowa or Ohio. She was Anda's best friend in-game but she
was so hardcore it was boring sometimes.

"Hi Sarge," she said, trying to keep the irritation out of her voice. She'd never smart off to a superior in-
game, but v2v it was harder to remember to keep to the game norms.

"I have a mission that pays real cash. Whichever paypal you're using, they'll deposit money into it.

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Looks fun, too."

"That's a bit weird, Sarge. Is that against Clan rules?" There were a lot of Clan rules about what kind of
mission you could accept and they were always changing. There were kerb-crawlers in gamespace and