"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 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. |
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