"Gagne, Stefan - Haven Borne" - читать интересную книгу автора (Gagne Stefan) "I trust that the program is satisfactory?" Number Two spoke to the
virtual videophone link. "You bet it is!" the unshaven, crazed looking hacker at the other end said ecstatically. "It's about time a program that can create new object-icons came out." "Now you realize that's a pirated prerelease," Two warned. "The real thing will be out on the commercial market in a month." "That'll give us plenty of time to pump out a pack of new objicons before anyone else," the hacker said. "You just gave us a goldmine, stranger. You've got yourself your run time and an account. I'll start you out with a hundred VirtuCreds out of my pocket, since this stuff's HOT. What name and password would you like?" "Number Two will do," Two said. "Password... hmm. Make it something dull, like 'temp', I'll change it later." Although Number Two was walking into this situation with only a smidgen of background research, he still had his preprogrammed paranoia and character judgement to rely on, and some subroutine had a feeling this man wasn't to be trusted. "Sounds cool here," the Hacker said, typing it in on a virtual many have enough qualifications to get in here. Consider it a higher class of low life." "Will do. When can I move over?" "Anytime, pal. You've got the connection over, just copy your runtime software over and I'll rehook your process to our system. And don't worry, I'll keep your non-realness to myself. Not that it matters much anyway, as long as you don't tick off any of the head honchos around here." "Thank you, good sir. I shall see you over there, I trust?" "Nope. Got paperwork to do. You'll get the welcoming wagon instead. Watch your six, thou, as usual." The screen shut off, and Number Two felt a sickening sensation, as if he was being sucked bit by bit across a million miles of subspace... which was, in fact, what was happening, as the modem link transferred his being to the other system. |
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