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

screeched, slamming backwards into a technician and hitting the
ground. The technician rapidly collected the stack of papers he
was carrying, cursing under his breath. Suzy just sat there,
laughing.

"Ha hee... what a day," she said. "Ah, here we are.
Hardware. This is where Macroware investigates further
improvements on existing video and audio stimulation circuits, as
well as advances in computers... Allow me a moment to tap in my
security code and un-darken this window."

Suzy opened a hidden panel and typed in fifty numbers. The
left wall faded into transparency, revealing a glass door with
steps twenty feet down to a huge factory floor. Technicians
crawled over the floor's surface, running this way and that with
armfuls of forms or electronic components.

"One way glass," Suzi said. "Or two way. I get those mixed
up. Anyway, mustn't disturb the workers. As you see, Macroware
is a proud producer of many fine and wonderful--"

"Help!" I called to the window, spotting my friend. It was
hard to tell from this distance, but the near-plastic shine of
her hair was unmistakable.

"It seems they were successful in repairing the Help
android," Suzy said. "It's a good thing too, they had been
needing to borrow Software's Help for the time bei... umm...
ma'am, you can't go in there--"

I ignored her, tapping on the glass door. It slid up and
into the ceiling, and I vaulted down the stairs, avoiding
collision with a tech carrying a stack of manuals. I dodged the
lab-coated workers, weaving my way towards that shiny hairstyle.

"Ma'am!" Suzy called out from behind me. "This isn't part
of the scheduled tour--"

"Help!" I called, approaching my friend. She was busy
reciting something to several techs, in a bland monotone.
Statistics about some kind of neural-implant interface, it
seemed, whatever that was. I reached out and turned her around.

"Help! It's so good to see you in one piece... umm... Help-
san, where are your glasses?"

"Glasses?" she asked. "I don't need glasses. I have
Macroware designed eyes, which are impervious to flaws and
damage. Who are you? I can't seem to focus correctly."