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

The handle on the invisible rope slid me down to the lawn,
where I landed on both feet at walking speed. A neat trick which
requires practice, practice, practice.

"Did you hit the mailbox this time?" I asked, out of
tradition. Jody just rolled her eyes.

"I haven't done that since freshman year. Get over it
already. Come on, we gotta go pick up Mitch."

"Where is Freud Junior, anyway?" I asked, jumping over the
convertible's door and into the back seat. (Mitch always got the
passenger seat. I think it's a power thing.)

"He's doing some last minute details. He's got this weird
idea about mass hysteria he wants to try. You know Lindsey?"

"Lindsey?" I asked, running through a mental cardfile of
other HH students. Let's see, Lester (physics), Ld'yyk
(navigation), Lindsey (biotechnology). "Biotech. What about
her?"

"Apparently Mitch was trying to get her to go out on a date
with her. Worked."

"And? Come on, get to the meat of the story."

"And that's it. Apparently she cooked up some idea that
involves the screens near Central Station, and talked him into
getting US to help. So we gotta go grab them plus whatever
materials they've got and go into town. He didn't say anything
else."

"Sounds mysterious. Still, a gag is a gag. Hey, you gonna
pull out of my driveway already? I wanna get home before supper.
It's Stovetop night."

Jody shrugged, and threw the rover into reverse. She
slammed the gas, rocketing the car backwards, and turned one-
eighty before roaring down the suburban road.

"You ever consider giving driving lessons?" I asked.

"Ha," she stated.

To the untrained eye she might look like some wild, out of
control driver. Not so. She's got all the angles and velocities
calculated out, directions memorized, traffic patterns taken into
account, etc. etc. She's a speed freak that way, in programming
and driving; the object is to get from your home (the beginning