"Daniel Marcus - Winter Rules" - читать интересную книгу автора (Marcus Daniel)

тАЬWow. You guys go down to Orchard Supply on Saturdays and look at
lawnmowers? You gotta get a Toro . . . тАЬ

тАЬNo, we ripped out the lawn and put in a rock garden. Nice smooth stones,
little bonsai trees. The neighbors freaked. They actually had a block meeting тАФ
weтАЩre getting the silent treatment right now. ItтАЩs pretty funny.тАЭ

I laughed again, remembering the apartment he had in grad school. Two
basement rooms in the shadow of a larger building, so there was never any sun. It
was on Telegraph, right next door to a martial arts school. All day long you heard
the screams, the sound of bodies slamming into the mats.

тАЬYouтАЩre at Los Alamos, right?тАЭ he asked. тАЬI remember you had a few offers .
...тАЬ

тАЬYeah, an applied math group. Algorithm development for Navier-Stokes
equations. Projection methods with some new wrinkles. We do special, um тАФ stuff
тАФ for the nonlinear advective terms.тАЭ

тАЬStuff?тАЭ

тАЬStuff. ItтАЩs a technical term. Unbelievable resolution. WeтАЩre just starting to get
some recognition out in the community, but thatтАЩs kind of a mixed thing. Remember
Olaf?тАЭ

He laughed. тАЬWho ever forgets Olaf? I havenтАЩt seen him since that
asymptotics seminar. HowтАЩs he doing?тАЭ

тАЬI think he was about to get arrested for impersonating a scientist, so they
made him a bureaucrat. N.D.A.тАЭ

тАЬN.D.A?тАЭ

тАЬNuclear Deterrence Agency. He saw a simulation I did of convection cells in
storm clouds and got a tent in his pants you wouldnтАЩt believe. Wanted to see if I
could adapt it to fireball rise, dust entertainment, that sort of thing.тАЭ

тАЬJesus, thatтАЩs some scary shit.тАЭ

тАЬYeah, those loopy motherfuckers still think the Cold WarтАЩs going on. I asked
him if he wanted me to name the density array for the dust component Moscow or
Kiev. тАШThose are integer declarations,тАЩ he says. What an asshole.тАЭ тАЬYou gambling?тАЭ
Darlene asked.

I nodded and she dealt out the cards. I got a seven and a fourтАФ a double
down hand. Darlene was showing a six. I flipped my cards, added three chips to the
three already up, and she gave me another card, tucking it face-down under the pile
of chips. I peeked under the edgeтАФa seven. Still alive. Darlene flipped a jack, and
dealt a four from the top of the deck. Twenty. She swept up my cards and chips in a