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

"Odd at this dark-star-hour," the guard muttered. "You boys
stay put, I'll call my--"

The phone rang. The tone was of one of those truly annoying
office phones, the kind that could physically shatter an eardrum
if not installed with a spoiler wing above the speaker.

"Hang on," the guard said, picking up the phone. "Yeah?
Oh, I was just about to call you, sir... what? Let 'em in? Kind
of strange, isn't it? Yes, I know you pay my checks... Alright,
alright. Bye." Click. "Seems I'm to let you in. Just don't
trash the place, alright?"

"Got it." Estano switched back to the king's english. "Come
on, we've got clearance."

"That what all that jabber was about?" Joe asked. "Strange.
And here I was theorizing that it was a prank call."

*

"Sure that's everything?" Joe asked, pounding out a dent in
one of the robot arms. The hammer made no noise, as a layer of
skinlike material had been added on only an hour ago.

"Lesse... full human look, ultra realistic... not many want
to pay for that kind of service. Costs plenty to make them this
lifelike." Estano squinted green eyelids at the third robot.
"Does that look 'voluptuous' to you? I don't have a good eye for
that sort of thing."

"Bad eyesight?"

"No, I'm gay."

"That would explain it too," Joe shrugged. "No big deal to
me. Yeah, it's a good set of knockers. I dunno about this
second guy though. Kinda wirey and weak."

"Will the arms hold up?"

"Should. Although if I was the guy who wanted these things
modded I'd request better muscles than that."

"If I had known this wasn't for a department store I would
have brought along something in the way of clothing," Estano
shrugged. "Whoever walks in here tomorrow is in for a shock."

*