"FWLS23" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

I traditionally played Jim Bob, who was the star of the
game. Captron based him off the real Jim Bob, lead guitarist of
Stomach Contents and master of the Wae Spatula, the recent art of
fighting. Can't call it ancient, since he invented it while on a
religious retreat in Tibet. It's a way of dealing out some
serious punishment with only a pair of fast-food working
implements, which was his job at the time of thinking it up.
There were some really wicked throws, such as the Burger
Inverter, the Over-The-Shoulder Foot Throw, and such. In
addition, you had the fastest, nastiest move of the game, the
Wind Spatula, and a slew of other attacks.

I've been a Jim Bob player ever since I was first introduced
to Spatula Fighter 2 at my new home in New Hampshire, Terra. My
folks, who work for a Terran business firm, moved there about a
year or two ago. I got a bit of flak as I was one of the few
non-humans in my grade, but after kicking a few butts at the
arcade, things turned around. Currently, I rank in the top ten
spatula fighters at my school. We keep a small digiboard in the
cafeteria which keeps track of the current rankings.

I'm guessing that's where the funny guy with the bow tie saw
my name. I still wonder if our collision was the accident it
seemed.

I bumped into the shortish, nerdy guy while turning a corner
on my way home from the Credit Pumper Arcade. He fall down go
boom, and so do I.

"Whoops," I said, bouncing back to my feet. "Sorry, mister.
Here, let me help you with that."

"It's okay, I've got them," the man said, scooping up the
floptical disks that had fallen out of his bag. I noticed the
label on one of them as it went into the sturdy canvas bag.

"Spatula Fighter 2 : VE?" I read from the label. "They made
a disk based version of the game?" This was odd indeed, as I
kept up with all the SF2 rumors, and no home computer versions
were in the works.

The odd little man peered at me. "What's your name, kid?"

"W'dell. W'dell W'rrik."

"Wuh-dell?"

"No, W'dell. Shorten the wuh a bit."