"FWLS57" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

"What?" I asked.

"I said we'll be leaving the ground in five minutes," the
stewardess repeated. "You'll have to fasten your seatbelt,
miss."

I sat upright, dream fading away. "Where am I?"

"Macroworld Airlines flight 306 to C'atel... the security
robot who brought you here had your prepurchsed return ticket,
and said you'd be returning tonight..."

I was out the emergency hatch before the stewardess could
tell me not to open it.

*

Macroware was unreasonably quiet at night. Unreasonably
dark as well, but that did not matter; darkness makes for an
easier intrusion.

I was not sure what kind of security these corporation
people would have... probably something beyond my technical
grasp. Regardless of whether or not the path ahead of me was
impossible, I had to try. I had personally delivered Help back
to the people who had hurt her, and that was unforgivable. I had
to get her back, or die trying.

The task was tricker than I thought. The doors were mostly
unlocked or broken, but the hallways stretched on to infinity; a
maze of twisty little passages, all alike.

There were regularly placed 'maps', which consisted of a
suction cup that stuck to your forehead according to wall
instructions. I did not trust these and continued on.

"Wrong way," a quiet voice behind me said.

I span, spatulas ready to strike down the person following
me, but only saw the electric eye of a security camera.

"Hardware's this way," the camera said, waggling its glass
eye in the direction I just came from. "Down there, turn right,
turn right again. Hurry up. I'll give you later instructions
there."

"Who is this? Cowards hide behind cameras."

"This is one coward who's kept you from getting vaporized by