"FWLS2" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

"A program sent by my programmer to kill me."

"Because--"

"I ran away from him to seek out a better life, where I
wouldn't have to bow and scrape to whatever human I was serving."

"And you'd like us to--"

"Give me transportation to Haven."

"In return for--"

"Cutting one system of your choice, no matter how heavily
defended."

"Right," I concluded. Meaningful pause. "You got all that,
Gosub?"

"What's Haven? What's going on?" he asked.

I sighed. Then again, it's not his fault. We can't all be
incredibly good at coping with a crisis.

"This is going to take some more explaining for my lovable
but slow friend here," I told Swift. "If you'd be so kind as to
hop into this toolbox, I can port you over to my system before
jacking out. You should be safe there for the moment."

Swift nodded, and promptly squeezed himself into my toolbox.
Gotta love those carry-all programs.

*

"This is movin' a bit fast for me," Gosub said, back in the
real world, stirring coffee as we talked over pizza.

"Hey, I told you the biz of comp cutting was a fast game
when you signed on to be trained," I said. "You move with the
times or become obsolete, style of thing. You wake up some
morning, and in the next hour you might find yourself running for
your life with whatever cash's handy."

"But... this... PROGRAM is offering to deal with us?"

"Haven't heard of AIs, have you?"

"Haven't seen one on the net, no," Gosub said. "Saw one
named Eliza on some game I played over the net, but I'm afraid