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

"I'm on my way to Bernie with a super-ultra."
As in San Bernardino. Asin super-ultra-high-priority delivery. As in,
you're out of luck.
"Okay, thanks for nothing."

"Surfing safety," Y.T. says, in the traditional sarcastic sign off.
"Keep breathing," Roadkill says. The roaring noise snaps off.
What a jerk. Next date, he's really going to have to groveL But in the
meantime, there's one other person who owes her one. The only problem is
that he might be a spaz. But it's worth a try.
"Hello?" he says into his personal phone. He's breathing hard and a
couple of sirens are dueling in the background.
"Him Protagonist?"
"Yeah, who's this?"
"Y.T. Where are you?"
"In the parking lot of a Safeway on Oahu," he says. And he's telling
the truth; in the background she can hear the shopping carts performing
their clashy, anal copulations.
"I'm kind of busy now, Whitey-but what can I do for you?"
"It's YT., " she says, "and you can help bust me out of The Clink." She
gives him the details.
'SHow long ago did he put you there?"
"Ten minutes."
"Okay, the three-ring binder for Clink franchises states that the
manager is supposed to check on the detainee half an hour after admission."
"How do you know this stuff?" she says accusingly.
"Use your imagination. As soon as the manager pulls his halfhour check,
wait for another five minutes, and then make your move. I'll try to give you
a hand. Okay?"
"cot it."
74
SNOW CRASH
__________ At half an hour on the dot, she hears the back door being
unlocked The lights come on. Her Knight Visions save her from wracking
eyeball pains. The manager thunks down a couple of steps, glares at her,
glares at her for rather a long time. The manager, clearly, is tempted. That
momentary glimpse of flesh has been ricocheting around in his brain for half
an hour. He is wracking his mind with vast cosmological dilemmas. Y.T, hopes
that he does not try anything, because the dentata's effects can be
unpredictable.
"Make up your fucking mind," she says.
It works. This fresh burst of culture shock rattles the jeek out of his
ethical conundrum. He gives Y.T. a disapproving glower- she, after all,
forced him to be attracted to her, forced him to get horny, made his head
swim-she didn't have to get arrested, did she?-and so on top of everything
else he's angry with her. As if he has a right to be.
This is the gender that invented the polio vaccine?
He turns, goes back up the steps, kills the light, locks the door.
She notes the time, sets her alarm watch for five minutes from now-the
only North American who actually knows how to set the alarm on her digital