"FWLS17" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

His computer was also running VOS 3.1, and hooked up to
VOSNet via a modem connection.

That was the problem.

*

"I want out tonight."

"Jeez, wait up, Arissa. We'll be gone and out tomorrow, you
heard what he said," the younger voice defended.

"Plus, the shells suck majorly. No way am I going to use it
until it's changed. You two, go scouting for machinists and
painters. We should be able to get this fixed up by morning."

"How about those guys that work on the dummies in department
stores?" asked the hulking, deep voice.

"If you can find one," Arissa said, nodding a virtual head,
"Do it."

*

Joe rattled the doorknob. What was that code again?

"I think it's 1138," said a voice behind him. "Hi. Estano,
mannequin repair. That's the door code, by the way. You here
for the renovation too?"

"Yeah. I'm a metal worker mostly," Joe shrugged. "Weird
how we got called to do this job tonight, huh? Sheesh, you'd
think they could wait until tomorrow. No need to make it look
like we're breaking in."

Joe tapped in 1138 on the T'lliTak front door, and opened
it, with the artist following behind him.

"Can I help you, boys-who-are-here-under-mysterious-
reasons?" the front guard said, in Yttian. This was on Yttia,
after all.

Joe blinked, not understanding a word. Shoulda taken the
courses before I moved here, he thought. Fortunately, the second
man called in on the job was of the green-furred rabbitoid
variety.

"Yes, Mister rented-man-who-questions-intruders. We're
supposed to be doing a rush job in some lab downstairs."