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

Then we saw it.

The televisions screamed, unable to cope with the dataflow.
All I could see was this weird white blob, some sort of cloud...
I heard Harden screaming what the hell is that, what the hell is
that...

Behind it was the program.

"There's the program!" I yelled. "Kill it! Kill it!"

Gosub pulled a sideways u-turn, avoiding the white thing,
and quickly deleted the net.bomb.

The televisions screamed. Not a noise scream, but a real
scream, a scream that defied human ears.

"JACK OUT!!!!" Gosub yelled over the chaos. The televisions
were exploding with color, hate yellow, blood red, death mauve,
puke green, as the cloud enveloped the spheres. I threw off the
helmet and dived for cover behind a chair.

The Nintekjis didn't melt. They exploded.

*

Bits of plastic were embedded in the walls. In front of
both Harden and Gosub were little piles of electronic components,
burning brightly with blue-green flame.

"God lord..." Max commented, after wandering back in. "I
leave to get a soda and mourn the loss of my deck, and you three
go nuts and wreck the place. Can't leave you alone for more than
five minutes, can I?"

"We didn't do it," Gosub scowled. He was genuinely
annoyed... the furrowed brow of frustration, the angry look in
the eyes. The extra few newtons of force in his step.
Considering this is the first emotion I had seen from him other
than boredom, I guessed something was up. "They did it...
goddamit... They're BACK..."

"Gosub, what the hell was that thing?" Harden asked,
climbing to his feet. "I mean, never in my net.running days have
I seen something as complex, as huge, just as mean and nasty
lookin' as THAT--"

"I know who was planning to toast the net," Gosub said,
rooting around the mess for something. He picked up a blank