"Cory Doctorow - I robot" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dodd Christina)

But this was his Ada. Dammit. He had 10 minutes until the Social Harmony meeting started, and he was
still 15 minutes away from the stationhouse тАФ and 20 from Ada.

"Tail her," he said. "Just tail her. Keep me up to date on your location at 90-second intervals."

"It is my pleasure to тАФ"

He dropped the phone on the passenger seat and went back to fretting about the Social Harmony meeting.

The man from Social Harmony noticed right away that Arturo was checking his phone at 90-second
intervals. He was a bald, thin man with a pronounced Adam's apple, beak-nose and shiny round head
that combined to give him the profile of something predatory and fast. In his natty checked suit and pink
tie, the Social Harmony man was the stuff of nightmares, the kind of eagle-eyed supercop who could
spot Arturo's attention flicking for the barest moment every 90 seconds to his phone and then back to the
meeting.

"Detective?" he said.

Arturo looked up from his screen, keeping his expression neutral, not acknowledging the mean grins
from the other four ranking detectives in the meeting. Silently, he turned his phone face-down on the
meeting table.

"Thank you," he said. "Now, the latest stats show a sharp rise in grey-market electronics importing and
other tariff-breaking crimes, mostly occurring in open-air market stalls and from sidewalk blankets. I
know that many in law enforcement treat this kind of thing as mere hand-to-hand piracy, not worth
troubling with, but I want to assure you, gentlemen and lady, that Social Harmony takes these crimes
very seriously indeed."

The Social Harmony man lifted his computer onto the desk, steadying it with both hands, then plugged it
into the wall socket. Detective Shainblum went to the wall and unlatched the cover for the projector-wire
and dragged it over to the Social Harmony computer and plugged it in, snapping shut the hardened
collar. The sound of the projector-fan spinning up was like a helicopter.

"Here," the Social Harmony man said, bringing up a slide, "here we have what appears to be a standard
AV set-top box from Korea. Looks like a UNATS Robotics player, but it's a third the size and plays
twice as many formats. Random Social Harmony audits have determined that as much as forty percent
of UNATS residents have this device or one like it in their homes, despite its illegality. It may be that

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one of you detectives has such a device in your home, and it's likely that one of your family members
does."

He advanced the slide. Now they were looking at a massive car-wreck on a stretch of highway
somewhere where the pine-trees grew tall. The wreck was so enormous that even for the kind of
seasoned veteran of road-fatality porn who was accustomed to adding up the wheels and dividing by
four it was impossible to tell exactly how many cars were involved.

"Components from a Eurasian bootleg set-top box were used to modify the positronic brains of three