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

"Listen, I'm currently majoring in computers. Speech
synthesis and recognition... I know when a stimulus/response
program is tailing me, okay? Hacking may be foreign to me, but
give me a LITTLE credit on brainpower."

"What it boils down to," Gosub said to his friends, "Is we
have a deep, DEEP site that needs surfacing."

"How much do we get for the job?" a hacker in the back
asked.

"Well... I have the one hundred and seven credits I was
going to use for a ski trip--"

The channel broke out into horrible sensitized laughter.
One or two of them were even rolling around on the floor spitting
up drool. Gosub didn't seem amused, however.

"One oh seven? Alright. Give me your credit number and
I'll give it a shot."

"Oh come ON, Gosub," the suit was chortling. "Give the kid
a pat on the back and get him out of here. We've got better--"

Gosub grabbed the other man by the front of his sport
jacket. He shut up REAL fast.

"If I say we've got a client, WE HAVE A CLIENT. You want to
get kicked permanently and go spend the rest of eternity with the
kiddies in the channel we made to distract the cops?!"

"Err... no, Gosub. You know what's best," he stated, under
duress. Or more likely under the grip of someone he both feared
and admired...

"Glad to hear it. Okay, kid, first things' first. Let's
get that bug off of you so we can hear what this thing is."

Gosub pulled out a standard virtual toolbox, and took out a
variety of silly-looking ObjIcons. He made a few passes with
them at me, and frowned as he saw the results.

"I'd better introduce myself," the suit said, shaking my
hand, careful to avoid Gosub's toys and trinkets. "Harden. I'm
a lawyer for artificial intelligences and part time VOSNet
expert."

"AIs? I thought they were extinct..."

"No, not really. Some went real, somehow leaving the net.