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

everybody in VOSNet seemed to be obsessed with this thing called
money.

Money! I never understand these human concepts. What did
they need it for? Sure, it opens doors to information, but I
already had most of that information and needed no doors opened.
Here in VOSNet, if you had money, you were considered better than
most people. The Yttia Online types really thumbed their noses
at the struggling freelanes, calling them sewer scrapers and
bums.

One thing I did like that humans made was art. I visited
the Pay-For Art Museum once, and gaped at the beautiful creations
inside... the color! The shapes! Why would anybody lock this
stuff behind doors and make you pay for each one you looked at?
It was a crime!

"Hey there!" a familiar voice called.

"Oh. Hello, Canter," I said. "What're you selling this
time?"

"These," Canter said, showing me a stack of little green
rectangles. "They're work permits, qualifying you to work at
Yttia Online as a programmer."

"What if you don't know how to program?"

"You find some on the job training," Canter shrugged.
"Doesn't matter to me, once they buy the card. So what is my
little know it all friend up to today?"

"Nothing," I replied, leaning against a nearby street sign.

"Same as usual, eh?"

"Hey, Canter, know where I can find any... underground AI
doctors?" I asked, repeating the phrase word for word. "I think
I might wanna meet one."

"Sure!" Canter said, smiling. I perked up. Perhaps the day
would turn out quite well after all. "What can you offer in
return?" Canter continued.

"Offer?"

"As payment."

"Canter, you KNOW I don't have any money."