"Rajnar Vajra - Viewschool" - читать интересную книгу автора (Vajra Rajnar)

Incorporated to discuss putting more zip into our ViewNet classrooms. I said it was a shame that we
couldn't use some of the audio-video tricks they use on the VR channels."

"And?"

"Teresa said that Enhancement was working on a big project to compete with VR. Millions of people are
on ViewNet these days and they wouldn't need much extra equipment to play virtual-type games or
experience something equivalent to the тАШrealies.тАЩ And ViewNet has some plusses. The resolution is finer
than human vision and there's a psychological component: when you're not wearing VR goggles,
everything you see seems more ... authentic."

"I noticed. That monster of yours.... So Enhancement just let you borrow some of their new programs?"

"Not exactly. I told Teresa what I wanted to do. She loved the idea and asked for a list of possible
тАШillustrationsтАЩ for the subjects I had to cover. Over the summer, she and I chose animations from Disney
and the Discovery Channel, got permission to use them, and Enhancement converted them over to
ViewNet simulations. This was done just for us. For free. Can you believe the job they did?"

He shook his head. тАЬIncredible! But you know, you've got a tiger by the balls."

A colorful way to put it, but ... тАЬAre you suggesting there's some danger inтАФ"

"Don't get yourself worked up, Bill. Your idea looks to be pure gold, but you're a pioneer in this.
Pioneers better damn well step carefully."

"How much of this session did you catch?"

He grimaced apologetically. тАЬI've been watching since the beginning. So far, you're batting a thousand."

"Not the way I keep score. I didn't dent the Broms girl. Which reminds me: why is her file so skimpy?
She was always a loner, but her schoolwork was top notch until she turned fourteen. I've got almost
nothing about how she did that year, and bubkis about what happened to make her change so much.
Marty, how can I have a decent chance with her unless I understand her?"

He stopped meeting my eyes. тАЬSure. I'll see what I can do, but I've been told that some of her records
are sealed. Meanwhile, keep up the great work.тАЭ He vanished before I could respond. Evasiveness
wasn't like him, not at all.

Heavy rumbling and brake-squealing from the street warned me that the school bus had stopped outside
my house. I counted to myself and as I hit six, a small tornado hit the front door, hurled it open, and
slammed it shut.

"Hey, dad!тАЭ the expected voice shouted. тАЬYou home? I'm starving! What's to eat?"

I hurried out of the room and ran toward the refrigerator, but as usual my younger son, Taff, was there
first. I still felt good, but some kind of natural OSP warned me to savor the feeling while it lasted.
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I had trouble sleeping that night. The air refused to cool off and I was sticking to the sheets. I knew my
wife, Dori, was fighting a cold because she kept snoring gently in her whistling way, but the real caffeine
was Madeline Broms. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw hers. What had happened to her? I also