"Rudy Rucker & Bruce Sterling - Hormiga Canyon" - читать интересную книгу автора (Rucker Rudy)

lead to golf-ball-sized personal suns!тАЭ

тАЬYeah, bro, itтАЩs all about the universal Celtic weave,тАЭ said Jayson. He
brandished the chain-mail of his hand-made wristlets, beautifully patterned,
with loops in four or five different sizes. Then his indulgent smile faded; he
twisted his head uneasily. тАЬDo you, um, just hear a helicopter over the
valley? LetтАЩs hide my bike in your garage. Just in case Lester really did file
a report. Those ghetto-birds are hell on stolen vehicles.тАЭ

тАЬWhy donтАЩt you just pay the man?тАЭ asked Stefan as they wheeled the
fine old machine into his tiny, cluttered garage. тАЬThis is a beautiful bike.
Heavily macho.тАЭ

Jayson grunted. тАЬThing is, I spent my Square Root of Not money on
primo collectibles. Sci-fi costumes that I picked right off the studio set.
TheyтАЩre in my trailer, locked up in LupeтАЩs damn garage. But really, thatтАЩs
okay, because all I need to do is flip those costumes for a profit on my
website. Then I can make good on LupeтАЩs rent, and get at the costumes,
and also pay off the motorcycle. See, it goes round and round. Loop-like.тАЭ
Another cloud crossed JaysonтАЩs face. тАЬMy websiteтАЩs still okay, right? Inside
your big computer?тАЭ

тАЬYour site is down. Like IтАЩve been telling youтАФthe ants ate a crucial
part of my system. Your website still exists.тАЭ Stefan waved his hands. тАЬItтАЩs
distributed across the memory chips of ten thousand cell phones. In terms
of customer service, though, your websiteтАЩs a lost world.тАЭ

тАЬI hate computers.тАЭ

тАЬThey love you.тАЭ

тАЬI hate ants.тАЭ

тАЬThatтАЩs what I want to hear,тАЭ said Stefan. тАЬLetтАЩs go get тАШem, big guy.тАЭ
He led his friend inside.
 They knelt and peered inside the TV, using the flexible light-wand.

тАЬHey, IтАЩve seen lots worse,тАЭ grunted Jayson in typical L.A. style. тАЬYour
ants are practically too small to see!тАЭ

тАЬThey come in all sizes, man. I saw one as big as, I dunno, as big as
a miniature dachshund.тАЭ

тАЬGet a grip,тАЭ advised Jayson, and the irony of this insult, coming from
him, cheered Stefan no end. Yes, he was having a bad ants-in-your-hair
day, but compared to Jayson, he was the picture of bourgeois
respectability. He had money in the bank, a roof, and a bed. For all his
swagger, Jayson was practically living in a dumpster. ButтАФJayson didnтАЩt
even care. Jayson wasnтАЩt daunted, not a bit. Stefan could learn from him.