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

"Sarah Ann? I'm one the one who brought you here after
Flesh Against Steel attacked you--"

"Flesh Against Steel," she said, eyes refocusing to a point
several hundred yards behind my head. "A fringe terrorist group
comprised of local citizens in the C'atel area, with a primary
goal of the eradication of all non-organic life forms--"

"Yes, I know, Help," I said.

"Ma'am!" Suzy said. "I must insist that you follow me back
to the tour at once!"

"Are you ready to go, Help? I am sure your students are
waiting."

"Students?" she asked, confused. "I don't understand. My
home is Macroware. I help the Hardware department and perform
physical and mental tasks upon request."

"What did you do to Help-san?" I asked Suzy, pointing an
accusing spatula in her direction.

"She's been repaired, and is now back in the happy Macroware
family," she said, not bothering to smile. "Ma'am, we MUST get
back on the tour, or else security will have to usher you out of
the complex."

"I assumed that her creator, Mr. Doors, would have more tact
than to brainwash a person in need of assistance!"

"Person?" Suzy asked.

"Help!"

"Oh! Oh. Sorry. Hee," she giggled.

"Are you all without honor? Why do you do this? What about
artificial intelligence gives you license to force people to work
like this?"

"I'm not forced," Help said. "Sure, I have to do anything
anybody asks me to, but I don't mind. It's what I'm supposed to
do."

"Security!" Suzy called to thin air. A few red warning
lights around the factory floor clicked on. Several technicians,
who were already investigating the noise, formed a very wide
circle to stay away from me.