"Bradley-WeLoveLydiaLove" - читать интересную книгу автора (Bradley Denton)

the only one who'll see it. And it's not like I'm enjoying it."

How could anyone not enjoy seeing Lydia Love naked? I wonder.

Or is that Christopher? You are Christopher.

Not when I'm on the phone with Danny Daniels.

You are Christopher. Let me think.

You are Christopher.

"The chip's talking too much," I tell Daniels. "It's getting in my face, and
Lydia's going to notice that something's not right."

Daniels sighs. "We put everything we know about the Christopher-Lydia
relationship into that chip, so of course it's gonna have a lot to say. I've
already told you, just think of it as your conscience."

"My conscience doesn't speak from my back teeth."

"It does now," Daniels says. "But it won't last long. The shrinks say that Lydia
would have given Christopher the heave-ho in another six weeks if he hadn't been
killed, and now they tell me that she won't stay with the resurrected version
for more than another three months. Then you'll be out on your butt, she'll do
her thing, and everybody'll be happy. Including Willie Todd."

What about me?

You'll be happy too, because I'm you. Isn't that what you keep telling me? Now
back off. Daniels sounds like he might be pissed off, and I don't want him
pissed off. Not at me, anyway.

Why? You scared of him?

No. But I know where my bread's buttered.

"Thanks, Danny," I say. "We just had a bad morning, that's all. Sorry I griped."

The phone is voice-only, but I can sense his grin. "No problem. You need a pep
talk, I'm your guy. And if you feel like chewing my ass, that's cool too. After
all, you're Christopher now, and Christopher once told me that he wanted to rip
off my head and shit down my neck."

"Why'd he -- I mean why'd I --" We.

"-- do that?"

"Because I told him he was fucking up Lydia's creative process," Daniels says.
"Which he was. But I shouldn't have told him so. She was going to dump you