"FWLS62" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

pocket, trusting her silly thermos to do all the work for her.
Some agent. Society would have to do better than that if it
wanted to take me down. I was what I was and nobody could take
that away from me. I may hate myself, I may curse my existence
on earth, but I would NEVER claim to be something I'm not.

I sliced the strap -- with all that tension, it cut easily.
I jumped forward, just under the gun barrel, and drove the knife
home.

She yelped, advanced NSSA biotech keeping a reign on her
pain. The blaster, however, dropped out of her hands. Luckily,
she happened to be right next to my toy cabinet. I opened it,
grabbed the nearest item (a nice rakelike device) and slashed up
her back.

She grunted, as the rotating pizza blades sliced open her
thin shirt and made gashes. She groped around the floor for her
gun. The gashes weren't very deep... the shirt must have had
some kind of armor in the fabric--

ZAPPIE! went the blaster, in some cheesy cartoon sound
effect as the orange blob of energy zipped across the room,
burning directly through the arm that held my multi-knife. The
hand and knife dropped to the ground, burnt socket cauterized in
some places and openly bleeding in other.

"Shit!" she yelled. "I thought I had the stun setting on...
relax, I'm calling 911 for both of us," she said, tugging at her
earlobe again. "911, emergency."

"Good job," I sputtered, coughing up blood as I felt the
gory remains of my arm. "Not good enough, though."

I took another item from the box, a short sword. Very
medieval. I advanced on her, bleeding and dizzy.

"Are you nuts?" she said, sliding backwards, despite the
back wounds. NSSAs always had an admirable ability to soak up
punishment. "Put down the knife or I'll shoot!"

"I'm not going to jail," I warned her, getting ready to
behead her. "You want me stopped, you stop me. Not this, not
this half-assed attempt to be nice. That's just not sane for
something like me. Now shoot or die."

At first, I thought she wasn't going to shoot. She just
looked on, horrified at me, like the others. This was going to
be too easy. She stormed into the apartment to rob me, I used my
ancient weapons collection to fend her off, and eventually