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

"Poor guy. Here, Randy, take my business card. Come down and
see me and we'll talk about your Oedipus complex. Maybe I can
help you get over all this."

"Th...thanks," Randy thanked, pulling himself up enough to
take the card in a shaking hand. "I think I'll... go home now.
I need to relax. Rest."

"Good. You do that. I suggest a vacation, somewhere nice.
Get your mind off your life. That'll be fifty credits for this
session."

Randy gladly paid, then crawled out. Miserable snuffling
noises slowly receded into the distance.

Mitch may have trouble with his dates, but you don't want to
be on the wrong end of his frontal lobes if you're not female,
curvy and intelligent. The only man who has a war cry of 'Tell
me about your mother'.

"Alright, we're in. No, don't thank me. Let's get to work.
The disk, Lindsey dear?"

Lindsey nodded, and handed Jody a floptical disk she had in
her shirt pocket. "Install this over the current video the
screens are playing. That's all it'll take."

"Say please," Jody requested. Lindsey simply ignored her,
intent on gazing out the window at the crowds below. Jody hmphed
and jacked into her deck to install the program, attaching a
patch cord from the back into the screen computers.

"It's all going according to plan," Lindsey said,
absentmindedly. "They'll see what *I* can do."

"We," I corrected. "If you'll recall, you weren't the one
who got the monofilament, triggered the guard's childhood traumas
or installed your program."

"Yeah, whatever," Lindsey said, waving me away. "The poor
sops below won't know what hit them."

"Your video's in," Jody said, jacking out and pushing the
'trode back into the deck's wire container. "Now let's see if it
actually WORKS."

So we gathered around that window, all four of us, wondering
what was going to happen. Not all of us wondering, just three of
us; Lindsey had a look of sinister knowledge on her face. SHE
knew what was going to happen. Her forehead socket wasn't