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

didn't like it."

But had I? I've barely worked a day in my short lifespan.
Where on earth had that line come from, if so? Argghh. I'd
rather have no memory than little bits of memory.

That was then, and this is now, however. At the moment, I
had nothing to do and no leads on how I could recover the rest of
my memory, nor any way to explain my strange dreams. I spotted a
purple pyramid objicon on the freelane, and read the sign.
'Madame Zorba's Dreams and Fortunes Center. Free.' Free sounded
good to me, so I entered.

*

"Madame'll see you now," the secretary program said,
pointing.

"Thanks," I said, pushing aside the curtain flap (which
swivelled as if on a hinge... cheap modelling) and entering.

It was really not that much of a sight. I had seen some
truly beautiful objicons and designs in my quick stint at the
Pay-For Art Museum some 50 sectors to the north-north-down,
before I ran out of money. This paled in comparison. The
'light' given by the ball wasn't an omni lamp, just a slew of
spotlights going through a glass sphere. Not very mystical.

Beggars can't be choosers though, I mused, sitting down on
the rock-hard cushion provided.

Madame Zorba BAMFed in two seconds before her BAMF special
effects went off. She ignored the bug and got into character.

"Greetings, seeker, and welcome to the wonderful world of
the unknown," she said.

"I thought you were an expert."

"Come again?"

"If it's an unknown world, how are you an expert in it?"

"I move in mysterious ways," she said, getting a bit terse.
I stopped probing the issue, since I didn't want to put her off.
No other information sources had been helpful so far, so maybe
this other world could help me.

"I've got a few questions about my dreams," I said.