"Peter F. Hamilton - The White Stuff" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hamilton Peter F)

"What?"

"Neural networks. We grow afto-aspro brains, Nigel."

"The London-Cameroon collective has persuaded the board that their new afto-aspro development can
handle the trading floor by itself," Austin St. Clair said grimly. "They're going to wire neural networks into
our finance net, and replace the dealers."
"What?" Nigel yelped.
All four of the collective were smiling at him.

"We're using capitalism's own strength to break it, Nigel," Miranda said. "Capitalism fosters the culture of
competition and achievement; so someone told me once. And in order to compete and achieve you've
got to have the best product. Once we've installed the system here, the other financial companies will see
how good it is, and they'll buy the same system for themselves. They'll be refined and polished and
debugged until they can't be improved any further. Then everybody will have identical systems battling for
the same business. It'll be the final stalemate; nobody will be able to win. You'll be levelled, Nigel. What
you are now will cease to exist. It'll allow a social market to grow without interference."

"Banks and billionaires," he whispered.

"You got it, comrade. But before we sound the last crash, the collective would like to offer you a week's
contract. You always said you were the best, Nigel, now here's your chance to prove it. Our neural
networks need to learn the ropes, so who better than you to teach them their core program? They'll
spend a week observing you deal, then take over. Our terms for your thought routines will be generous."

"You want my thought routines?"

"Yes. That's all you have left to sell, Nigel. The last aspiration."

"But what about me?" he yelled. "What about after?"

"Try earning a living," Miranda said. "I wish you luck. Really, a lot of luck."