"FWLS63" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

safeguard against my little feedback brain scrambler. Then
again, maybe not hope too hard, don't wann'em comin' back at me."

"You killed them?" I asked, horrified. Humans that died
were never able to return to VOSNet, from what I had seen. Talk
about harsh...

"Yeah. They w's gettin' on my nerves, anyway. So?"

I just scrunched down in my seat, trying not to draw much
attention as the cab soared on. At least VOSNet types just tried
to buy you.

*

The cabbie let me out in front of a large building, after
scowling at me for not having any money. He swore that I'd never
ride a cab in Uber again, but I didn't mind. I liked walking,
even if it wasn't 'safe'.

I knocked on the door as it opened.

"Greetings," the building owner said, extending a paw.
"Doc. And you?"

"Are you the underground AI doctor?" I asked.

"Certainly. Are you a patient?"

"I'd like to be."

"Let's head inside, then," Doc suggested. "Don't worry
about the door, it's the Knocker's day off."

I proceeded into the unkempt lab, edging my way around piles
of programs and data chunks. The Doc obviously didn't care how
messy his data looked... either that or it was some intricately
complex sorting system I'd never be able to understand.

"What can I do for you?" Doc asked, shutting the door.

"Umm... why are you... furry?" I asked, pointing to his
skin.

"Just an external form," Doc said, twitching his racoon
ears. "I picked it before I died. Designed this body and
everything. It's quite nice, just like when I was young and AIs
were very, very new."

"You're an AI too?"