"Cory Doctorow - Liberation Spectrum" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dodd Christina)

satellite backbone, and they were reselling enciphered proxy time on their
network to anyone who wanted it, providing an anonymizing relay for any and
all data, regardless of origin, destination or payload.

Lee-Daniel knew he should have gotten them to pay upfront. Nothing got the
blackshirts interested in private wireless networking like routing suspicious
real-time chatter between Burmese guerrilla cells and suspected movie swappers
in DC. But that wasn't how CogRadio had been built. The native bands that were
desperate enough to assert that their ancestral treaties didn't encompass the
RF spectrum couldn't afford to lay out cash for CogRadio's hardware, training
and remote administration. CogRadio was as much a bank as a technology
start-up.

The Canadian government took a hard line on anything that looked like
separatism. Two CogRadio employees who'd been unlucky enough to get stuck on
the wrong side of the barricades would rot in a Canadian pen for 10-to-15,
eight with good behavior. Keeping the corporation's respect after that
clusterfuck was killing Lee-Daniel.

With the investors off out of sight, the managers and the frontliners shucked
their veneer of civility and began to get wild, invalidating their health
insurance with carbo treats. Elaine sucked down three tequila cartons and
glared bleary hostility at him.

"If you had any fucking guts," she said, mangling a carton with her strong,
scarred hands. "If you had any fucking balls, we would have gotten everyone
out. They were my people and you wouldn't stand up to those shitheels," she
jerked her head at the investors' private room, "to save them. All you care
about is the goddamned money." The smell of old sweat and booze made his eyes
water.
It's a business, Lee-Daniel said inside his head, biting his tongue. Where do
you think your goddamned paycheck comes from?

Mortimer hitched himself erect, creaking up from his seat. "That's enough of
that," he said in his cop voice, laying a still-strong hand on Elaine's
shoulder. "If you don't like your job, you can give notice, but you'll keep it
polite as long as you're working here."

Elaine tried to shake his hand off, but he kept his grasp firm. Lee-Daniel had
been through one or two of these in the first year, and he knew that Mortimer
knew what he was doing. Things could get awfully heated up at times like this.

"You're hurting me," Elaine said. "Let go."

"Apologize to the man," Mortimer said, the voice of authority. "You're out of
line."

Joey Riel leapt on Mortimer's back, his arms locked around Mortimer's neck.
"Don't you touch her, you pig," he hissed. Mortimer took hold of Joey's thumb
and twisted it into a come-along and Joey let go, dancing around and clutching