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

"I REALLY am sorry about this," the nerd in the bow tie
said. "I had no idea we'd hit that bug... I guess it needs some
reworking..."

"I COULD sue for that," I said. "I mean, I wandered in here
expecting to play a game, not to duel to the death with some
poorly thought up computer characters."

"Umm, I don't want to butt legal heads with you, but you did
sign a disclaimer stating that we were not responsible for any
damages caused by the beta product."

"'scuze?" I said. "I didn't--"

The man pulled out a voucher of legalese mumbo jumbo,
complete with my thumbprint as a signature.

"You must have gotten my print off of the joystick, you
lousy little-- gimmie that."

I yanked the paper from his hands, browsing through it.
Fortunately my dad's a lawyer, so I get to peruse his nightly
work occasionally. I speak pretty good legalese due to this; my
friends and I use it as a secret code when we want to annoy
adults.

"There's nothing in here about agreeing to remain silent
about the project," I said. "I'm sure the top five gaming
magazines would love to hear my full scoop about the potentially
deadly game soon to hit the markets."

"You wouldn't!"

"Try me. Unless, of COURSE you were to, say, give me some
incentive."

*

One over the shoulder foot throw, and it was curtains for
Long Dong Fei, as his digitized image arced neatly across the
screen.

"Jeez!" the guy next to me exclaimed, kicking the machine.
"Unfair. How'd you get that fast at this?"

"Simple," I said. "I own one."

"Own what?"