"FWLS36" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

"Messes up my hair. Don't worry, it's still obsolete and
won't put your brain through the blender. It's just like hat,
except it's a hat with LCD screens."

Gosub held the white helmet out to me. I shrugged, and put
it on. The weight was pretty bad, pressing me down in my chair,
but VOSNet was back in true 3-D glory... a little out of focus,
but much better than the televisions.

"Hey there," Gosub waved from inside the net, his Nintekji
showing up as a glowing sphere, common objicon for a program.
"Okay, you lead the way. By the way, know who this is that has
the net.bomb?"

"No idea... it's the red pyramid on the right, though."

"Red's not a natural color for a site," Max observed.

"Well, black ice does have SOME red shading... but not this
much," Harden commented, his sphere floating a bit closer. "If
there is thirty-seven ice out there, this is it..."

"Enough chatter. Okay, you've all got the sketches Random
gave me of the building layout taped to the bottom of your TVs.
Let's go."

The spheres floated closer to the pyramid.

"Hey! Wait. How do I follow you?"

"Huh?"

"Well, I've just got visual input, no way to move around..."

"Max, see Random over there? The green dot? Go over there
and hook him to you."

Max's sphere floated closer. "Gotit," he blurted.

"Okay. Here we go. Take it nice and slow, we want to keep
this thing off our back for as long as possible..."

The spheres floated closer, contacting the red ice... and we
were in.

"Slow down on the cutting over there, Max, we don't wanna be
noticed."

"Sorryboutthat," Max said, sugar and adrenaline mixing in a
bizarre way.