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

"If Max blows his toy again I'll handle his part of the
plan," Harden said.

"Hey!"

"Well, you ARE a bit jumpy, little buddy..."

"Enough chatter, guys. We triggered two alarms... don't
worry, I cut them, but there are others. Where to, Random?"

"Alright... I made a left turn here."

"Okay everybody, bank left."

It continued on like this for fifteen minutes. I gave
directions, and we floated along, very slowly. Disabling an
alarm there, reconfiguring the Nintekjis every now and then to
compensate for the cheap connections. I remembered the book
mentioning the speed of hacking runs, how they were in and out in
sometimes seconds... this was downright boring.

"Stay back, Max, Gosub's got the tripwire cutters."

"Comeon," he laughed, a high pitched giggle. "There's
NOTHING inhere--"

The television speakers blared out a poorly sampled klaxon
noise.

"Damn," Max cursed. "They know my program's not supposed to
be there... I--"

There was a FIZZLE noise and the smell of burning plastic.
I lifted the helmet off for a moment to see what had happened.

Max was staring, open mouthed, at the melted grey slab that
was his Nintekji. His television was cheerily pumping out black
and white noise.

"Whoops," he said. I quickly pushed the hat back down,
trying to see what he hit.

"More alarms on the way..." Harden said, swerving around
some red-dotted programs. "Let's make this fast, they're
obviously equipped to deal with probes. Where's this program?"

"Two more rights," I said. Gosub rehooked me after Max's
probe had died, and we zipped along, ignoring the tripwires and
sensors, setting off alarms everywhere.