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

"Ah! The world of dreams is known to me."

"It's not the unknown one, is it?" I asked, confused.

"Get on with it," she suggested.

"Ah. Okay. Umm. It's hard to describe. The dream is
always a bit different, but lies along the same lines. I go to
sleep, and after awhile I'm in this void with these things around
me."

"What are these things?"

"I don't know. I just call 'em thing1 and thing2 and thing3
and so on."

"I see. Go on."

"Anyway, there's this woman calling out to me," I continued,
"And somehow I'm finding my way around in the dark, trying to
find her. I can barely hear her, but I feel like if I push
around the things and find ways between them I could. Then
usually something wakes me up and I'm standing where I wasn't
before."

"Sleepwalking?" she asked.

"Yeah. Goofy, huh?"

"Where do you usually end up after these night trips? At a
gas station? A relative's home? A graveyard?"

"What's a graveyard?" I asked.

"Where you bury the dead," she said gravely.

"I thought dead people just vanished," I said. "You know,
like they're jacking-out only a bit faster."

"You've been using the nets too long," she commented,
dropping the voice. "Dead means dead. Deceased. A stiff
corpse. A body. A cadaver."

I nodded, thinking back on the word cadaver, pulling up a
mental image.

"Kinda bluey and gross looking and not moving," I said. "I
don't get it. People just vanish when they die. It'd be silly
if they left their objicon around, people would trip over it."