"FWLS56" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

to stick together.

Time to go to work.

I re-gripped both spatulas and jumped out the window.

*

In the time it took for the men to emit one F.A.ST. war cry,
I was already on top of them, swinging down the fire escape and
flipping my way down, spatulas first.

The flat-blade cleaved off the arm of the leader, who was
holding the roaring chainsaw, which skittered away. He howled in
pain and ran around, as the others gaped in astonishment.

A kick here. A punch there. Throw, throw. Body slam.
Flip. One by one they went down, my spatulas doing the work for
me, machine-like in precision as they sought targets and
deflected blows. If I wasn't a Tatewaki, at least I would have
made them proud, establishing a Wae Spat record for largest
number of opponents downed in half a minute.

The last of them, the now armless guy with the chainsaw,
turned to me in shock.

"What the--? What'd you do that for? You're human! Just
who do you think you are?" he demanded, clutching at his empty
shoulder socket.

"I'm Sarah Ann," I said. "I'm an AI."

With that, I picked him up and tossed him into the nearest
dumpster.

I stood there, panting in my now shredded apron, taped up
arm at a slightly more obtuse angle than the other arm. I was
victorious. Jim Bob would have approved and cooked up a batch of
fries.

However, Help wasn't as lucky. On the streets swirling with
water and the occasional trickle of blood, her cut-apart form lie
there, chainsaw dealing out humanity's justice against a simple
umbrella-carrying substitute teacher.

Ordinarily I would have decided to go on a month long
revenge streak to avenge her, but now I knew this wasn't
efficient or even necessary. She was an android; androids can be
repaired. Human anger boils down when you realize that a little
arcweilding can put you back in shape.