"FWLS17" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)fine-tune the sensitization routines a bit better, to make the
'bots livable. Livable. Why'd they have to be livable? Nobody was planning to LIVE in one. That's silly. How'd they go to sleep or eat or take a whizz or anything? Strange thought. Wonder where it came from. "Maybe I oughtta hook you three up to the net one last time and run the final debug check," W'ny said aloud, despite the fact that nobody else was in the basement lab. All normal T'lliTak workers had gone home by now, but he had been working overtime for three weeks to finish these. "It can wait," he decided, and shut down the system before heading home for a good night's rest. * W'ny was a devout believer in technology. His level of faith in machines and circuits almost equaled several of the major religions, even the devout Murfle Pessimistic Order. He had a voice lock on his door. "Home again, home again, giggety gig," he whispered to the doormike, triggering the latch automatically flipped on and his SmartStereo picked out sixteen tracks suited to his mood, decided upon by IR readings and slight brainwave impulses. The microwave was already cooking up a box of fries, aided by the Kitchen Buddy(TM). The only thing I'm missing is a talking toaster, W'ny mentally smirked. And that's just because they don't make those anymore. He canceled the order on the fries by waving his hand in the micro's triggerspace, and wandered to his bedroom. Mechanical arms offered the evening news and slippers, but W'ny was too sleepy to bother. Clap, clap, lights off. Still handy today. Hop in bed, let the self-tucking covers pull up, and snug down. Oh, and one last thing... W'ny took his headband off of the upper left post and slipped it on. Within seconds he was in REM sleep, waking time preset with the many stages of sleep being controlled by a remote DreemTyme(TM) program on his computer. |
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