"Marc Laidlaw - The Black Bus" - читать интересную книгу автора (Laidlaw Marc)

тАЬYes we are,тАЭ said Sonora.

Sonora could still remember her name, which was more than she could say of
the others on the bus. She wasnтАЩt sure about all of them; and they didnтАЩt seem
exactly sure of themselves. Chad she remembered; Yvette, yesтАФ and the one who
called himself Neuron. Or did she know Neuron? HadnтАЩt for long, actually. HeтАЩd
come up to them during the concert, right after Driver had said he needed help.

тАЬJoin us on the bus out front,тАЭ heтАЩd whispered in her ear. тАЬWeтАЩll take you
wherever you want to go.тАЭ

He wore a cowboy hat, which, for a guy who called himself Neuron, was an
odd thing. But the crown of the hat was transparent, clipped away and replaced with
a transparent dome which crisply replicated the crease down the center of a Stetson.
And down in that dome you could see lights moving and pulsing inside a plastic
model of a human brain. At least she hoped it was plastic.

тАЬItтАЩs not plastic, you know,тАЭ heтАЩd said right away, as if sheтАЩd asked audibly.
тАЬItтАЩs laminated so you can look right in. Just as tough as my old skull.тАЭ

тАЬYou go around like that?тАЭ she said.

тАЬSometimes I wear a regular hat, like when IтАЩm working in bright lights. But on
nights like this I like to keep the top down and . . . тАШjust let the lights shine!тАЩтАЭ

The last of his words were a line from a song the Group was singing right at
that exact same instant.
 тАЬSo how do I know which bus is yours?тАЭ she leaned and asked him.

тАЬCanтАЩt miss it. SheтАЩs black and weirdly angled, as youтАЩd say.тАЭ

тАЬIтАЩd say? You said it.тАЭ

Now he was putting himself down beside her, his cowboy hat tossed off, and
wrapping a black bandanna kerchief around his head. The neural lights had dimmed
anyway. She vaguely remembered seeing his brain bobbing along way up ahead in
the dark tunnel as they were seeping out of the amphitheater, the last chords of
music hanging behind them like a bubble about to burst. She had followed him
dreaming of nightlights. тАЬI donтАЩt suppose you have any wisdom pills, do you?тАЭ he
asked.

She pulled a vaporizer out of her pocket. тАЬWill this do?тАЭ

тАЬHafta.тАЭ

When he could speak again, he did so raspingly. тАЬWhoтАЩs your friend there?
The comfortable one.тАЭ

тАЬThatтАЩs Driver,тАЭ Sonora said. She couldnтАЩt tell if he was asleep or just