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

"Okay, he's not demonically possessed," Fluki confirmed,
returning his necklace to its proper place under his vest.
"Welcome to reality. So, what's this game? 'nother run around
the castle and blow away the baddies game?"

"I don't get it," I said, trying to stop the slight ring in
my head. "It's not a game, it's like... a dream. I was HOME,
dude."

"Someone simulated South Central LA?"

"Naw... I don't know how, but it knew what I'd like. I was
MARRIED to this girl I only dated for three weeks!"

"Was she hot?"

"Atomic," I said.

"Sounds like whoever progged that brain game reads up on his
ancient science fiction," Fluki said, swilling some more
muffbuggl.

"Yeah!" Eroki said. "It's like one of those books where you
live in a dream and everything's great, and then you end up
trapped there or something. What's the name of that book again?"

"There were a slew of 'em, if I recall," Fluki said. "Name
duddnt matter, the plot's the same. And if this game of yours is
anything like that, you're in deep doggie doodle if you take
another trip inside your ego."

"Come on, it's not that bad," I found myself saying. "All
you gotta do to leave is think that you wanna go. It's fun, man.
I can't wait to give it another shot."

"Warning! Danger Wil Robinson, Danger!" Fluki sirened. "I
can't give you the Fluki Guarantee on this one, pal. Sounds like
bad karma to this Saren."

"Gimmie a break man, I'm not ADDICTED or anything," I
laughed, ignoring what I really wanted to say. "Monster games
gone awry, that's just fiction. I *write* games, man, if
anybody's an expert, it's me. You just hit the good 'ol quit key
and you're out."

"And if there's no quit key?"

"Reboot."