"Cory Doctorow - Andas Game" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dodd Christina)

"The whole Clan Fahrenheit. I won that title through popular election, but they voted me in cos of my
prowess in combat. I'm a world-champion in six different games, from first-person shooters to strategy
games. I've commanded armies and I've sent armies to their respawn gates by the thousands. Thousands,
chickens: my battle record is 3,522 kills in a single battle. I have taken home cash prizes from
competitions totalling more than 400,000 pounds. I game for four to six hours nearly every day, and the
rest of the time, I do what I like.

"One of the things I like to do is come to girls' schools like yours and let you in on a secret: girls kick
arse. We're faster, smarter and better than boys. We play harder. We spend too much time thinking that
we're freaks for gaming and when we do game, we never play as girls because we catch so much shite
for it. Time to turn that around. I am the best gamer in the world and I'm a girl. I started playing at 10,
and there were no women in games -- you couldn't even buy a game in any of the shops I went to. It's
different now, but it's still not perfect. We're going to change that, chickens, you lot and me.

"How many of you game?"

Anda put her hand up. So did about half the girls in the room.

"And how many of you play girls?"

All the hands went down.

"See, that's a tragedy. Practically makes me weep. Gamespace smells like a boy's armpit. It's time we
girled it up a little. So here's my offer to you: if you will play as a girl, you will be given probationary
memberships in the Clan Fahrenheit, and if you measure up, in six months, you'll be full-fledged
members."

In real life, Liza the Organiza was a little podgy, like Anda herself, but she wore it with confidence. She
was solid, like a brick wall, her hair bobbed bluntly at her shoulders. She dressed in a black jumper over
loose dungarees with giant, goth boots with steel toes that looked like something you'd see in an in-game
shop, though Anda was pretty sure they'd come from a real-world goth shop in Camden Town.

She stomped her boots, one-two, thump-thump, like thunder on the stage. "Who's in, chickens? Who
wants to be a girl out-game and in?"

Anda jumped to her feet. A Fahrenheit, with her own island! Her head was so full of it that she didn't
notice that she was the only one standing. The other girls stared at her, a few giggling and whispering.

"That's all right, love," Liza called, "I like enthusiasm. Don't let those staring faces rattle yer: they're just
flowers turning to look at the sky. Pink scrubbed shining expectant faces. They're looking at you because
you had the sense to get to your feet when opportunity came -- and that means that someday, girl, you
are going to be a leader of women, and men, and you will kick arse. Welcome to the Clan Fahrenheit."



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She began to clap, and the other girls clapped too, and even though Anda's face was the colour of a