"FWLS55" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

I interfaced my chip with his, and transferred about a
hundred credits to him. I handed his chip back, and started for
the parking lot gate.

"That is for the medical bills for your friends," I said.
"Inform them that Sarah Ann Tatewaki suggests further training if
they wish to succeed in this lifestyle."

*

I took my time walking there. I had waited approximately
one year working my way over to C'atel from the Anarchy Zones,
and I was patient enough to wait another few minutes. After
that, I would see my father again.

My earliest memories were of him, training on a mountainside
dojo on Earth. The sun would set and the townspeople below would
head home, but I would still be active, training in the Wae Spat
(The Recent Art of Fighting) with my father, Jim Bob Tatewaki.

My father was truly a wise man, taking an ordinarily kitchen
implement and developing the most graceful of martial arts around
it. I studied hard under him, learning both the technique and
the philosophy of Wae Spat. "Someday," he would say, "You will
be heir to Wae Spat, the true master, after I am long gone."

It was quite a promise, sealed by the crystal spatula
necklace I wore; the same necklace father wore. He gave it to me
shortly after he vanished.

The events between my last session at the dojo and when I
woke up in my hotel room at Port Hades are somewhat fuzzy, if not
entirely nonexistent. I do not mind, however, and do not care; I
know who I am and what my goal in life is.

I heard that during this period of my life, father was
touring with some musical group named Stomach Contents, which I
approve of. Father always enjoyed recorded music of any kind,
and so do I, although I lack any talent at playing it. I can
cook, I can fight, but I can't play music.

I suppose he must have retired from music, because one day
while working at the Emerald Saloon's kitchen in Port Hades I
heard of this dojo. It was an extension of the Wae Spat school,
a branch out in C'atel, rainiest of cities and Jim Bob's home
after he trained me. According to the customer who told me about
it, an ex-Stomach Contents member ran it.

For the first time in years, I'd be able to see my father.