"FWLS48" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

I am sane, as sane as a man can be in these times. I am the
smartest man alive, knowing almost everything there is to know.
It's remarkably boring.

I haven't had a decent meal in a month. Normally I'd be
tracking down university professors or corporate CEOs... how I
would love to sink my teeth into William Doors' mind... but I am
in pursuit of larger quarry at the moment.

I had learned of this person through a bit of investigating.
The details are sketchy, but apparently a girl has escaped the
MacroWorld colony with a carbon copy of the MacroWare data
banks... and then some. This girl is rumored to know it all. I
could feast for days on suck information.

The image of me, hand pressed on the young girl's forehead,
draining her of all she knows, leaving behind an empty shell...
yum. That's the image that has kept me going this last month
(that and side orders of french fries whenever I can afford
them).

I've been spending my days in this shoddy hotel room,
tracking the smell of her meat. I've been sweeping the C'atel
streets for eyewitnesses, like a whale filtering krill from an
ocean... grab an innocent bystander, drag them in an alley and
pick through the plate for what I need to know.

I haven't found much. A few haphazard sightings, but
nothing clear. She hasn't settled down. This is enjoyable,
actually... good food needs to be anticipated. If I stumbled
onto her the first day and fed, it would be rather anticlimactic.

I was reviewing my few leads in the hotel room, cleaning out
the sucker of any sweat or dirt. Always brush before eating, and
I had a full day of investigating to do.

Knock, knock. I looked up.

"That you, Tyrell?" a familiar voice came from behind the
door. I walked over, peering out the tiny peephole.

"There nobody named Tyrell here," I said, emulating the
accent of a Ytt I had recently eaten. "Who is it? I call police
you no go away!"

"What, you don't recognize me?"

"I calling now!" I said, not actually dialing. (If any of
the local police sighted me, word would get out to the dozen odd
assassins and agents following me. As mentioned, I had the minds