"Нейл Стефенсон. Snow Crash (Снежная лавина, англ.)" - читать интересную книгу автора

smooth animation and begins to move in fuzzy stop-action. Clearly, his
computer has just taken a major hit; all of its circuits are busy processing
a huge bolus of data-the contents of the hypercard-and don't have time to
redraw the image of The Black Sun in its full, breathtaking fidelity.
"Holy shiti" he says, when The Black Sun pops back into full animation
again. "What the hell is in this card? You must have half of the Library in
here!"
"And a librarian to boot," Juanita says, "to help you sort
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through it. And lots of videotapes of L. Bob Rife-which accounts for
most of the bytes."
'Well, I'll try to have a look at it," he says dubiously. "Do. Unlike
Da5id, you're just smart enough to benefit from this. And in the meantime,
stay away from Raven. And stay away from Snow Crash. Okay?"
'Who's Raven?" he asks. But Juanita is already on her way out the door.
The fancy avatars all turn around to watch her as she goes past them; the
movie stars give her drop-dead looks, and the hackers purse their lips and
stare reverently.


___________ Him orbits back around to the Hacker Quadrant. Da5id's
shuffling hypercards around on his table-business stats on The Black Sun,
film and video clips, hunks of software, scrawled telephone numbers.
"There's a little blip in the operating system that hits me right in
the gut every time you come in the door," Da5id says. "I always have this
premonition that The Black Sun is headed for a crash."
"Must be Bigboard," Hiro says. "It has one routine that patches some of
the traps in low memory, for a moment."
"Ah, that's it. Please, please throw that thing away," Da5id says.
"What, Bigboard?"
"Yeah. It was totally rad at one point, but now it's like trying to
work on a fusion reactor with a stone ax."
"Thanks."
"I'll give you all the headers you need if you want to update it to
something a little less dangerous," Da5id says. "I wasn't impugning your
abilities. I'm just saying you need to keep up with the times."
"It's fucking hard," Hiro says. "There's no place for a freelance
hacker anymore. You have to have a big corporation behind you."
"I'm aware of that. And I'm aware that you can't stand to work for a
big corporation. That's why I'm saying, I'll give you the stuff you need.
You're always a part of The Black Sun to me, Hiro, even since we parted
ways."
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It is classic Da5id. He's talking with his heart again, bypassing his
head. If Da5id weren't a hacker, Hiro would despair of his ever having
enough brains to do anything.
"Let's talk about something else," Hiro says. 'Was I just
hallucinating, or are you and Juanita on speaking terms again?"
Da5id gives him an indulgent smile. He has been very kind to Hiro ever