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

"I didn't mean to hurt anyone," he said. "I just... I'm
supposed... to make you happy. And I thought everybody wanted to
be the hero. To save the world, get the girl, and live happily
ever after. I... I really don't know what to do now."

"Who did this to you?" I demanded. "You're an AI, right?
No other 'program' could be this clever, this dramatic."

"Yeah," the kid sniffled, polishing off his glasses. "I
don't know who made me. I just woke up in this sludgelike cube,
with this overwhelming desire to help people... to help them with
their dreams. I was SO happy to get out of that box! I really
do want to help you, but... you don't want me..."

"Here," I said, passing him a kleenex. "Blow."

PHBBBT.

"I don't hate you, man," I said, discarding the used tissue.
"This game thou, it's just not me. I'm pretty reality-based."

"I can't help it!" he kid sobbed. "I can't do anything
else! It hurts not to help people! What am I going to do if you
don't want to play?"

"Well... hmmm..." I said. "Alright. Philosophy time. Your
purpose in life is to play the game and help people, right?"

"Yeah."

"And you don't know how, and CAN'T, do anything else?"

"That's right, mister."

"I'd love to meet the sadistic bastard that made you," I
said. "He and I could go a couple of rounds... alright. How
about this : Help yourself. Play your own game."

"Huh?"

"Simple, man! Stop concentrating on making other people
happy and start making yourself happy. Play your own game. Then
it won't hurt anymore, and you can do anything you want."

"But I don't know anything! I don't have any material to
play the game with. It'd just be little sitting in an empty room
for the rest of my life."

"Let's get you some experience then. If you can worm your