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

"Whaddya need, Random?" the suited man asked. Wow, a polite
hacker.

"Well... I found this site, and some special data in it. I
need that data destroyed. It's very, very important that I can't
tell you anything else."

"That's it? Data removal?" the suit scoffed. "Gosub, beam
this twink back to the kiddie channel."

"Hold on, he said it was a tough site. What's the rate,
kid?"

"Rate?"

"Ice rating. How deep are the defenses around it?"

"Umm... well, I found a public domain ice meter stick, and
checked it out..."

"What is it? A six or seven or something easy?"

"It said the site was a thirty seven, I think. Maybe thirty
six."

Nobody said anything. I was wondering if I had breached
some kind of netiquette... it's insanely hard to predict those
things.

"Thirty seven? What IS this data?!" the suit laughed.

"I can't tell you. It's really, really, really, really bad
stuff. Can't say it because I think I'm bugged."

"Get him out of here!" the suit screamed, jumping for the
administration console. "I don't want no cops busting into THIS
place!"

"NO! No. Let me explain... Look, I know at least enough
about THAT. When I found out what this site was, I think it
tagged me to make sure I didn't come back. It's a basic keyword-
trigger thing, so if I say what it is, it'll warn everybody a the
site and I'll die. Painfully."

"Pal, how do you know if they tagged you if you don't even
know a thing about how VOSNet defenses work?" Gosub asked. He
seemed calm, despite the minor paranoia now in the air. I
shouldn't have blundered like that.