"FWLS38" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

The CD2 was helping. I mean, they were right, there was no
NEED to buy something just because the salesmen adores his
product to the point of wanting to sleep with it. There was a
slight side effect of the trickling sound effects -- I had to go
to the bathroom -- but that could be dealt with.

"Say, you there!" a salesman shouted to me, beckoning me
onward to his stall. "You look like you're in the market for a
large order of expensive machinery. Am I right or am I right?"

*You don't NEED to tell them anything,* the CD2 said, just
after I said yes.

"Well, now that's more like it! Come on over, let's talk
brass tacks."

My feet involuntarily walked onward, towards the stall. I
could feel the fires of Bad Purchase Hell licking my cheeks, but
could do nothing to stop the death march.

"Now, I can see you're a man of taste. Scruples. I'm gonna
be frank with you, big fella... mind if I call you that? Anyway,
I'm not here to push you into anything, nosiree, not at all. You
just seem like the kind of guy who's in a bind, boss getting
annoyed at you, everybody expecting success. Now, THIS little
baby is just what you need to shut them ALL up. You'll show them
who's the sensible buyer!"

My god! This man knew my dreams! I WOULD show up to work,
and laugh at all of them as...

*Beware,* the CD2 gushed. *Salesmen can read your mind.
They can use your own hopes and dreams against you.*

"NOOOO!!" I screamed, wrenching out of the salesman's
friendly grip, trying to ward off the evil.

"Well, I can see you're a bit apprehensive. Tell you what.
I'm going to give you this flyer, see. Now, you go somewhere
quiet and look it over, and if you wanna, and I'm not saying you
HAVE to, but if you really feel like you'd like to go with an
UltraCheez Mecha 2000, you just come back here and I'll supply
you with any you need. No pressure. See you soon!"

I thanked the man six times, and stuffed the fistful of
flyers into my backpack. I walked off, trying to stay in the
median... walking the thin line that was equidistant from the
stalls on the left and right of me.

*Everything is going to be fine,* the tape continued