"Cory Doctorow - I robot" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dodd Christina)
Arturo Icaza de Arana-Goldberg, Police Detective Third Grade, United North American Trading Sphere,
Third District, Fourth Prefecture, Second Division (Parkdale) had had many adventures in his
distinguished career, running crooks to ground with an unbeatable combination of instinct and unstinting
devotion to duty.
He'd been decorated on three separate occasions by his commander and by the Regional Manager for
Social Harmony, and his mother kept a small shrine dedicated to his press clippings and commendations
that occupied most of the cramped sitting-room of her flat off Steeles Avenue.
No amount of policeman's devotion and skill availed him when it came to making his twelve-year-old
get ready for school, though.
"Haul ass, young lady тАФ out of bed, on your feet, shit-shower-shave, or I swear to God, I will beat you
purple and shove you out the door jaybird naked. Capeesh?"
The mound beneath the covers groaned and hissed. "You are a terrible father," it said. "And I never
loved you." The voice was indistinct and muffled by the pillow.
"Boo hoo," Arturo said, examining his nails. "You'll regret that when I'm dead of cancer."
bolt upright. "You're dying of cancer? is it testicle cancer?" Ada clapped her hands and squealed. "Can I
have your stuff?"
"Ten minutes, your rottenness," he said, and then his breath caught momentarily in his breast as he saw,
fleetingly, his ex-wife's morning expression, not seen these past twelve years, come to life in his
daughter's face. Pouty, pretty, sleepy and guile-less, and it made him realize that his daughter was
becoming a woman, growing away from him. She was, and he was not ready for that. He shook it off,
patted his razor-burn and turned on his heel. He knew from experience that once roused, the munchkin
would be scrounging the kitchen for whatever was handy before dashing out the door, and if he hurried,
he'd have eggs and sausage on the table before she made her brief appearance. Otherwise he'd have to
pry the sugar-cereal out of her hands тАФ and she fought dirty.
In his car, he prodded at his phone. He had her wiretapped, of course. He was a cop тАФ every phone and
every computer was an open book to him, so that this involved nothing more than dialing a number on
his special copper's phone, entering her number and a PIN, and then listening as his daughter had truck
with a criminal enterprise.
"Welcome to ExcuseClub! There are 43 members on the network this morning. You have five excuses
to your credit. Press one to redeem an excuse тАФ" She toned one. "Press one if you need an adult тАФ"
Tone. "Press one if you need a woman; press two if you need a man тАФ" Tone. "Press one if your excuse
should be delivered by your doctor; press two for your spiritual representative; press three for your case-
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