"FWLS25" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

The 'aie' is from me kicking the man in the crotch.
Wherever he's from, they've got testicles too. I pondered what
to do next as his crumbled up, moaning form collapsed to my feet.
I pulled the palmtop out of his belt, and despite his high-
pitched complaints, ran down the street and out of sight.

*

I skidded over a puddle and into an alley, looking at the
palmtop. I have this ability to size up a situation pretty
quickly, without that what/who/when/where business, which can be
very helpful at times.

Logically, this has got to be what he's using to edit things
around. Surely I can use it to. I hit the ON button.

*ThinkPal Interface 4.02,* a voice in my mind echoed. *What
is your selection?*

*Great, I got it working,* I thought.

*That is not a valid selection.*

*Okay... list valid selections,* I thought to it.

*Editing. Deleting. Inserting. Transportation.*

*I'll take Deleting.*

*Enter name of person to be edited,* it chimed mentally.

*Umm... who was the previous owner of this unit?*

*Agent 4637 of Reality Inc.*

*Delete Agent 4637.*

*Done.*

*Great. Okay...* What now? I've got to survive that
explosion. What's the easiest way to do that?

*Battery life at 3%. Warning,* the machine flashed on its
little screen simultaneously with the sound in my mind.

*Uhh. Okay. Edit person Reginald Wapcaplet, who is holding
you at the moment, and make him, umm, immortal?*

*Point of edit*