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

"THE W'dell?"

"You heard of me?"

"Well, I've heard you're one of the top spatulas in the
area," the man said, shaking my hand. "Glad to hear you enjoy
our game so much."

"Our game? You work for Captron? Whoa!"

"Yeah. I'm one of the programmers of the game. Want to
know a little secret?"

"Let me in on it!"

The man leaned in, and glanced around to make sure nobody
was listening in. "We're working on a new version. Those disks?
The base interface code. It's gonna be BIG. Real big. Want in
on it? I'm looking for a few beta testers."

"Mister, I would wash your car, groom your cat, clean your
windows, pay your mortgage and take a blaster round to the chest
if you'd let me!"

"Well, there's no need to go that far. A simple yes will
do."

"YES!!!"

"Alrighty. Come on, follow me," he said, walking off in the
direction he was originally headed.

"What, now?"

"Yup. We're set up in secret at that warehouse over there."

"Wow, intrigue. Cool. Alright, lead the way."

*

I had been in warehouses before, but usually someone had set
up a mixing board, some lights, and a few hundred dancers at the
time. This one was just empty, save for eleven teenagers like
me, several guys in white lab coats, and THE MACHINE.

It was bigger than your normal SF2 cabinet. Bulkier. The
logo was flared in orange fire, and read SPATULA FIGHTER 2 : V-
EDITION. The joysticks were longer and shaped to fit in your
grip more than the usual stick and ball arrangement. The
graphics and sound, at least from what I could see of the