"FWLS11" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

"Welcome back to reality, Bensonmeister," Fluki said,
swirling some more muffbuggl around in a glass. "How was yer
trip?"

Fluki appeared normal as well, in his weather-beaten SAVE
THE SARENS t-shirt and pants, as well as the Lennonesque glasses.
No optical errors there.

"Odd," I said, removing the trode helmet and flipping my
computer back to boring 2-D screen operating system mode.
"Bumped into Auto again."

"Auto? That little twerp still netrunning?" Eroki said,
giggling. "I remember the time he tried to ask me out to the him
prom. Like, gag me with a credit chip, he was five years older
than me and had zits to boot."

Eroki seemed a bit greener than normal, but that was
probably just a bug in the club's lighting rig. Otherwise, she
looked normal; a female clone of Fluki.

"Well, he seems to have found this new dream game of sorts,"
I said.

"Neato!" Fluki said, interest piqued. "Can I give it a shot
sometime?"

"Not really. It's some new direct interface with your brain
sort of things," I said.

"Sounds nasty, man," Fluki said, downing some more of the
sugary beverage. "Sure you want to screw with some half-baked
invention given to you by Auto?"

"The guy hasn't messed with me before," I said. "He's cool
with me. But if either of you two see me twitchin', get me to a
hospital or something, alright?"

"Fine by me," Fluki said. "But I don't go on ER duty for a
few hours. You'd have inferior workmanship."

I playfully gave Fluki the finger and tapped the side of my
head twice, ignoring his hysterical laughter and Eroki's
giggling.

*

The man faded from view as I was fading into view.

"Hey!" I shouted, but he was gone. Couldn't make out much :