"Martha Soukup - Things Not Seen" - читать интересную книгу автора (Soukup Martha)

be possible to zap the whole subroutine for tying shoelaces into a brain."

"How'?"

"I'm going to reread it. It's pretty thick going, and I never read much neurology. Most of this paper is
about white rats and bunny rabbits. He only mentions people toward the end."

"That's the interesting part, though, isn't it'?" Ginnie said. She squinted at a thicket of graphs relating in
some way to brain chemicals she'd never heard of. "Programming human brains. Just think how a military
organization would slaver over that."

"I have," George said. "So industrial sabotage goes back on the motive list. And so does international
intrigue."

"Oh, great," said Ginnie. "Now I prefer the theory about a sex-crazed research assistant stabbing his eyes
out."

"Either way, poor sap. Wonder if he saw it coming."

"It could explain why Yonamura is so quiet. This might be dangerous business to know anything about."

"If it's related to what Herrera was working on for Biolnnovations," said George.

"I'm going to ask around some more. Maybe he told someone what he was working on."

"Listen," Ginnie said. She knew she couldn't stop her sister from working a puzzle through to its finish.
She was intrigued herself, but she was also feeling queasy. She reached across the table and took her
twin's hand. "Be careful."

George smiled and squeezed her fingers.

She was running the robot's memory through the last ten minutes before Herrera's death. The picture
jiggled as the robot trundled through the hallway behind the scientist. Herrera went into the end stall of
the men's room; the robot focused on the door. Someone had taped an old Gary Larson cartoon to it, so
yellowed it was brown: it showed a laboratory filled with dead cats in lab coats. Curiosity, it seemed, had
killed them.

Herrera came out of the stall and walked briskly out of the bathroom. He did not stop to wash his hands.
Ginnie shook her head. The robot had to hurry to keep up. He stopped at the lab door, and the robot
preceded him into the room and took up its customary position in the corner opposite the door, from
which it could see everything. Herrera walked into the room and sat at his terminal. She isolated the
keyboard in closeup. The keys Herrera hit were A, 6, Caps Lock, Shift, J, Y, Delete, G, H, 2, Tab.
The sequence looked nonsensical. She frowned.

That was the point the door suddenly slammed shut; the robot glanced at the source of the sound, only
for an instant.

Gore was running from Herrera's eyes when it glanced back.

Someone cleared his throat behind her. "You have two days."