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

singing continued, the ravings of a fed up CEO filling the empty
evening halls of Macroware.

*

There was a smallish shuttlecraft parked in the middle of
the empty Macroware parking lot. The door automatically opened
as we ran towards it.

I pulled the 'STEAL ME!' post-it note off the controls.
"How do I fly this?" I asked, trying to comprehend the array of
buttons and glide-panels.

"Don't worry, I've got the space flight textbook memorized,"
Help said, climbing into the pilot's seat and punching seemingly
random buttons. The ship lifted off and started ascending.

"Goodbye Macroworld... again," Help said, waving to the
office complex from way up high. "You know, I had heard about
Mr. Doors being a little... odd, but I didn't know. Looks like
he put in a course for C'atel already... just need to put it on
autopilot and relax for a few hours."

"He called me Ms. Tatewaki," I noted. "I appreciate that.
It's true, you know. Regardless of what I am, I'm still a
Tatewaki."

"That reminds me," Help said. "I've gone and told you my
life story, but I don't know very much about you. Things just...
got in the way, I guess. Who are you really?"

I told her. This time, I was sure.

*

"What's that you're making?" the trainee asked, pointing to
my current work.

"It's an old recipe," I said. "I learned it from a friend
of mine a month ago, a friend who knew a lot of recipes. It's
called okonomiyaki."

"Looks kinda weird," she said, poking it.

"Please don't disturb the food."

"Sorry. Hey, I've been tasting some of the stuff you've
been making for the customers... it's really good. I'm
wondering, why aren't you permanently employed here at the diner?
You're a lot better than most of the temp help we get."