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

"My name's not Lemont."

"It's a, whaddya call it, saying, style of thing."

"And you're willing to bet your life on that crackpot
program's ability to break into the most heavily protected system
in the sector?"

"Yup," I laughed, smirking that Harrison Ford / Tom Cruise /
Tommy Spartus arrogant smirk I was famous for. "I'm funny that
way, I guess."

My home computer terminal swapped out of the VOSnet
communication program I had running on it, a two dimensional shot
of the inside of my computer filled the screen. It was a bit
messy, crackers and programs and bits of x-rated rez art lying
around, but Swift (who was onscreen) didn't seem to care.

"Been listening through your pal's soundcard," Swift said,
looking at Gosub. "You seem apprehensive."

"Damn right I am," Gosub grumbled.

"I put my personal guarantee on it," Swift said. "If I
screw up and you two are about to get your brains scrambled long
distance, I promise to use all my progs to eject you two from the
net ASAP and erase your tracks before they find me. Self
sacrifice, if you will."

"You'd do that?" Gosub asked, doubtfully.

"Yeah. Why not?" Swift said. "I got no life expectancy,
built as a data cutter. No point in installing any self-
preservational traits either, they figure. You just keep your
end of the bargain, I want a free ticket to Haven. I'm in it for
the kicks and the rides."

"You know where it is?" I asked the screen. "'snot gonna do
me much good if I got no idea where this mystery computer is."

"I do," Swift said. "Why'd I run away if I had no escape
route? I'm a data cutter. We don't act without at least fifteen
thousand instructions of decision beforehand."

"Alright, I'll tag along," Gosub said reluctantly. "But if
I see you doing anything funny I'll have Zipcode's SuperSoaker
out before you can say abort, retry or fail."

"Sounds fine here," Swift said plainly.