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

Mr. Doors backhand-tossed a disk at us. I leaned forward
and caught it.

"Take care of that and remove it from the building with you,
Help," William said. "That'll be the last of them. Don't tell
anybody who you got him from."

He paused, rubbing his glasses on his grotesque t-shirt.
"You know, I used to be god here. William Doors says jump, you
do. Now I'm just some senile lunatic who needs to be humored and
danced around."

Mr. Doors was visibly shaking with anger... either anger or
nerves. I noticed some foam at the corners of his mouth.

"I have a button, you know," he mused, letting a smile cross
his face. "A button that'll show 'em all. Net will eat itself,
just like that. If I get mad enough, one of these days I'll push
that button. Nothing like nuking the network you built with your
own two hands."

He stood there, looking somewhat hopeful. His mind quickly
returned to the present, and he made motions towards the stairs.

"Now quit stalling and get outta here!" he said. "I can't
keep security off forever. There'll be the usual searches and
warnings like last time, but I'll make sure nothing comes of
them. Lead a happy life and don't start any companies. They
drive you nuts."

"Thank you, Doors-san," I said, bowing. "You are the only
honorable man I have met here."

"Yeah, whatever," he said. "Now piss off, okay?"

He turned back to his keyboard and computer monitor, booting
up several security programs. He ignored us on our way out,
watching from security cameras instead as his fingers clicked
over the keys.

*

As we ran through the halls, cameras turned the other way.
Security guards who were lounging around were called off on other
duties. Several laser-armed security robots chose to commit
suicide before they saw us. You could easily track our progress
out of the building by the following the sounds of chaos.

"What's that noise?" Help asked, as we turned another