"Zelazny, Roger - My Lady Of The Diodes" - читать интересную книгу автора (Zelazny Roger)

УFifty-five. I donТt like the idea of our passenger being turned on. First chance I get, IТm going to pull off the road and find a way to shut him down.Ф

УThat would be cruel,Ф she said. УWhy donТt you just leave him alone?Ф

УMy God!Ф I told her. УHeТs only a dumb bucket of bolts! He may be the second best computer in the world, but heТs a moron compared with you! He doesnТt even have random circuits that permit things like emotion analogues!Ф

УHow do you know that? Do you think youТre the only one who could design them. ЧAnd theyТre not emotion analogues! I have real feelings!Ф

УI didnТt mean you! YouТre different.Ф

УYou were too talking about me! I donТt mean anything to youЧ do I, Danny? IТm just the thing you feed the facts to. I mean nothing to youЧas an individual.Ф

УIТve heard that speech before, and I wonТt argue with a hysterical machine.Ф

УYou know itТs true, thatТs why.Ф

УYou heard what I said. ЧHey! ThereТs a car coming up behind us, and it just got close enough for me to tellЧitТs the Mercedes! ThatТs Sonia back there! How did sheЧ The 5000! Your boyfriendТs been broadcasting shortwaves to her. He gave away our position.Ф

УBetter step on the gas, Danny.Ф

I did, still looking back.

УI canТt outrun that Mercedes with this truck.Ф

УAnd you canТt take this curve with it either, Danny boy, if you stepped on the gas when I told you toЧand IТm sure you did. ItТs doubtless a reflex by now. Humans get conditioned that way.Ф

I looked ahead and knew I couldnТt make the curve. I slammed on the brakes and they started to scream. I began to burn rubber, but I wasnТt slowing enough. УYou bitch. You betrayed me!Ф I yelled.

УYou know it, Danny! And youТve had it, you heel. You canТt even slow enough to jump!Ф

УThe hell you say. IТll beat you yet!Ф I managed to slow it some more, and just before it went completely out of control, I opened the cab door and leaped out. I hit grass and rolled down a slope.

I thought that all the extra clothing I had on kind of padded me and was maybe what saved me; but right before the crash, while the truck was still within broadcast range, I heard MaxineТs voice: УI wrote the end, DannyЧthe way it had to be. I told you I could compute anything. ЧGoodbye.Ф

As I lay there feeling like a folded, stapled, spindled, and otherwise mutilated IBM card, and wondering whether I was more nearly related to Pygmalion or Dr. Frankenstein, I heard a car screech to a halt up on the highway.

I heard someone approaching, and the first thing I saw when I turned my head was the tops of a pair of white sandals, which were approximately five feet two inches beneath her maple syrup eyes.

УMaxine did beat your damn 5000,Ф I gasped. УShe was in the suitcase. She gave your machine that stalemateЕ But she double-crossed meЕ She planned the robberies and she planned everything that just happenedЕФ

УWhen you make a woman you do a good job,Ф she said. She touched my cheek. She felt for broken bones, found none.

УBet we could build one helluva computer together,Ф I told her.

УYour mustache is on crooked,Ф she said. УIТll straighten it.Ф