"Michael Swanwick - Trojan Horse" - читать интересную книгу автора (Swanwick Michael)

work with. But then he got an idea.



"You see, anyone who works with experimental wetware has her personality permanently recorded in
case there's an accident and it needs to be restored. And if that person dies or becomes God, the
personality rights revert to IGF. They're sneaky like that.



"Well, Tory-did I mention his name was Tory?-thought to himself: What if somebody were to come here
for a new personality? Happens about twice a year. Bound to get worse in the future. And Magritte is the
only place this kind of work can be done. The personality bank is random-accessed by computer, so
there'd be a chance of his getting Coral back, just as good as new. Only not a very good chance,
because there's lots of garbage stuffed into the personality bank.



"And then he had a bad thought. But you mustn't blame him for it. He was working from a faulty set of
moral precepts. Suppose, he thought, / rigged the computer so that instead of choosing randomly, it
would give Coral's personal-ity to the very first little girl who came along? And that was what he did."
Landis lapsed into silence.



Elin wiped back a sniffle. "How does the story end?"



"I'm still waiting on that one."



"Oh." Elin pulled herself together and stood. Landis followed.



"Listen. Remember what I told you about being a puppy tripping over its paws? Well, you've just
stubbed your toes and they hurt. But you'll get over it. People do."



"Today we make a Buddha," Tory said. Elin fixed him with a cold stare, said nothing; even though he
was in green and red, immune. "This is a higher-level program, integrat-ing all your mental functions and
putting them under your conscious control. So it's especially important that you keep your hands to
yourself, okay?"