"FWLS49" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

bunched up by any surprised eyebrow raising. Her mouth was a
tight smile of satisfaction.

The patterns of commuters, street vendors, and bystanders
changed. Rovers wavered in their lanes, weaving in and out,
occasionally hitting each other. The street chatter dissolved
into a series of grunts.

They also were hitting each other, and jumping around a lot.
Kind of like chimpanzees.

Mitch seemed dumbfounded. "I don't get it. Where are the
hippies? Did you give Jody the wrong disk, love?"

"Don't call me that," Lindsey said, pushing Mitch away.
"No, I didn't. That's the right disk, the one that reverts the
morons below to apes. They'll have fun clubbing each other,
breaking things, going... well, ape."

We looked confused. This is a truly rare expression to find
on a High Higher.

"NOW maybe they'll take me seriously," Lindsey grinned,
clenching up in joy. "Stupid private biotech club... so what if
there are already a dozen of them? NOBODY said you couldn't have
a Dirty Thirteen! If this doesn't tell them not to turn me down
twice, I don't know what will!"

"I see," I said, piecing together what she meant. "The
Dirty Dozen, right? Black biotech? They don't like people
muscling in on their business, so you figure you'll make some
great example of the city and strike some fear in the hearts of
man. Yes?"

"YES!" Lindsey exclaimed, clapping. "They said I was too
young, and not ready for real biotech manipulations... I showed
THEM!"

"Good for you. I can respect that. Now can you get the
city back to normal?"

"Why?" Lindsey asked. "I like them this way. Let them riot
and burn things, they don't matter. None of this matters. Now I
am a feared biotech doctor, Dirty Dozen or not!"

"You sure she's not in the drama department?" I stage
whispered to Jody.

"Lindsey, doll, that's really an awful thing to do. Put
them back to normal, please? For your Mitchy-Poo?" Mitch