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

Online space within the next minute or be forcibly jacked out
from VOSNet."

I looked at the horizon. The green spaces ended too far
away for me to run in a single minute. Why did those humans have
to claim so much of the network? Yttia Online barely occupied 5%
of the spaces it claimed were part of it, like the rest of the
servers in VOSNet. The rest was just empty space, free for the
taking... if anybody dared to try and take it from a corporate
power.

"I can't leave in a minute!" I protested.

"Too bad. It seems you are artificially intelligent," the
Pitch Objicon noted, scanning me. "We are AI-Aware and are
sensitive to your race. We have special rates for AIs at 60
credits for startup kits."

"Hey, that's ten more than humans get."

"It is a special rate," the Pitcher said. Figures. Humans
didn't want me around. Perhaps I could use this to my advantage.

"Of course, you can't jack ME out," I noted, looking smug.
"I don't 'jack', for some reason.. If you'll just move me to the
freelanes, I'll leave in peace and never return."

"AIs who are trespassing are shut down," the Pitcher beamed,
like singing campfire songs. "AIs who are trespassing that have
registered owners are returned to their owners. Others are
incorporated into Yttia Online's work force."

Damn. Time to put my brain to some good use.

"Hey! Look! It's William Doors!" I said, pointing. The
Pitcher turned to scan him (probably an intruder) and I slipped
into the Pitcher's brain.

Stupidly simple program. It wasn't a living thing by any
stretch of the imagination, just a slew of if-then statements.
Tweak tweak compile. I didn't know how these things worked, but
somewhere in the vast expanse of my memory, I had step by step
instructions on how to modify one to your needs. A do-it-
yourself guide.

"What happens to trespassing AIs?" I asked, exiting the
program.

"They are transported to the freelanes," the Pitcher said.
"Your one minute is up. Thank you for using Yttia Online!"