"Alexander Jablokov - Brain Raid" - читать интересную книгу автора (Jablokov Alexander)But security concerns require the detention of all citizens in the immediate
area. Please relax and remain calm. We will have you on your way as soon as possible.тАЭ No one ever remained calm. The two women by the lily pond tried to scuttle out as if theyтАЩd just remembered an important engagement. I stepped into their path. тАЬPardon me. Could you come this way, please?тАЭ The shorter of the two, with huge dark sunglasses, barked, тАЬYoung man, I run a data-futures agency. An interruption could cost my clients billions. ThatтАЩs more important than whatever cheap paranoia youтАЩre peddling today.тАЭ тАЬThis is for your own protection.тАЭ That particular lie must have been invented around the same time as fire. тАЬListenтАФтАЭ тАЬIтАЩm afraid I must insist.тАЭ Her friend, a sweet-faced old woman with hair that glowed a radioactive blue and extremely nice breasts, took her arm. тАЬWeтАЩd better do as he says, Maude.тАЭ worse. We werenтАЩt allowed to manhandle detainees without good reason, but the definition of тАЬgoodтАЭ got looser the more money there was involved. For your average citizen, getting caught in an AI sweep was just bad luck, like getting stuck in a traffic jam. If Maude was smart, she carried detention insurance. тАЬCan I see some ID?тАЭ Maude was stubborn. I flipped it at her. She rolled her eyes. тАЬJust my luck, caught by the JV squad.тАЭ People can be so cruel sometimes. The real moneyтАЩs in B- and C-level AIs, but that didnтАЩt mean Ds werenтАЩt as real a threat to the survival of the human race. тАЬCome this way.тАЭ I escorted them out and turned them over to the cheerful team weтАЩd hired to manage our hostages. тАЬItтАЩs a pleasure to have you with us today!тАЭ a young woman in a pink smock said. тАЬWould you like some guarana-jalapeo soda?тАЭ тАЬThat stuffтАЩs toxic,тАЭ Maude muttered as she pushed past her into the hospitality tent. тАЬGet away from me.тАЭ I circled back. The bucket still stood in the clearing, the yellow gloves now floating in the murky water, but both Maureen and the guy in the duster |
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