"Jay Lake - The Golden Whip" - читать интересную книгу автора (Lake Jay)

Pacific cores.

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You're the sum of your choices, the measure of your days. Some moldy old fucker said that once. Spray
off the quoteserver, boys, because you've made a test pattern of eighteen percent of the terrestrial
economy, shockwaves out to Titan. Hell, you even crashed Mercury's temperature futures exchange.
You were the conduit for the greatest act of cultural sabotage since Ahmed Q. Khan gave the mullahs the
bomb.

You were the judas goat for a bunch of Intros with a post-Luddite agenda and a hell of a lot of ambition.

Only one thing left for you to do now. Weave that whip of gold, smack-crack across the back, and go
hunting the orange-headed cat and the man with the holy fire. Because you need more, more of both, or
you're going to die just like the millions you killed that day on the beach.

You're too big to kill, too mad to die, too old to live.

So where the hell are they?

If you could only find your way back into that jungle, you might know.