"FWLS61" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

I examined the disks. She never labelled them; that'd take
more than a millisecond of concentration. Quite silly in a way.
I remember her turning in a computer project that sorted a series
of integers and accidentally handing in a disk with 1001 Ways to
Cook Monkey on it. Luckily the teacher liked monkey and excused
her to go get the real disk. Wacky, no?

KNOCK KNOCK

"Hello, Jack," I said, opening the door for him.

"Alright, I brought the computer," he said. "Where's
Franny?"

"Getting building supplies. We lack a garage."

Jack blinked. "You're going to build a garage?"

"Of course. It is requisite."

"WHERE?"

"Oh, I don't know. The roof? Although the landlord may not
appreciate that. Can we build one at your house?"

"Why do you want to build a garage?" he asked, still not
getting it.

"Okay. I'll put it in small words. We're going to be a
garage band. Can't exactly do that without a garage."

"This is nuts," Jack said. "WHY do I hang out with you?
You never take anything seriously. If we're going to try to play
music for some weird reason, we don't need a damn garage."

"Perhaps if we decided to do jazz," I mused. "I don't think
we'd need a garage then. Just a bunch of those neat wooden
stands like they have in big bands, with the painted logos."

"How will we play jazz with no trumpets?"

"It'll be neo-jazz. A new wave of jazz. Usually played via
keyboard, guitar and synth drum."

KNOCK KNOCK.

"Come in, Franny," I said, spinning in my office chair just
for the hell of it.

"I couldn't find any wood," she said. "But I spotted this