"FWLS35" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)A Future We'd Like To See 1.35 - The Spaminator
By Twoflower (Copyright 1994) The parking lot of the truck stop was unusually quiet. There was good reason, however... most of the local cargo haulers were off watching 'Truckasaurus Rex' beat the tar out of some mecha in a mud pit at the local stadium. There were a few trucks here, abandoned temporarily while their drivers went off and tried to pump themselves high enough on pure caffeine to survive the night hauls. One of the trucks was quite surprised to get a report from its damage computer that 12% of it just vanished. It wasn't ripped off, blown up, or even cut off... just vanished. The 12% in question was part of a sphere. An odd sphere, a sphere of purple light and a blast of warm air, which quickly faded out, leaving only a man, and the sliced-away truck acting very surprised, honking like mad so its owner would come calm it down. The man walked around to the front of the truck, and calmly smashed in the door. One second after that, before the computer could scream in terror, the man ripped the computer out. started belting out annoying synthesized country music until the man decided to rip that out too. The man walked on, around the now-silent truck, focusing his meaty eyes on the sign : SID'S ALL-NIGHT COFFEE TILL YOU CROAK. * "Order up! Sloppy joes!" the waitress yelled, dinging the little electronic bell when the man came in. He looked like your average tall man, pinkish as if from sunburn. Except that unlike the other truckers, he wasn't wearing any clothing. The truckers, jacked on No-Doz, regarded the naked, expressionless man with interest. Then they passed him off as one of those night-run mirages and resumed eating. "Ahem," the man coughed, as if he was dislodging a bit of phlegm the size of Tibet. They continued ignoring him. "I said, AHEM," the man continued, placing a meaty grip on the nearest trucker's shoulder. The trucker turned around, and |
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