"FWLS34" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

"Stan?" I coughed. "This isn't exactly what I was
expecting."

"Well, a little exaggeration goes a long way," Stan said,
clicking an ancient ballpoint retractable. "Don't think of us as
your eternal punishment. Think of it as sort of a forced, semi-
unpleasant relocation."

"Still a bit odd," I said. "I mean, I'm not deeply
religious or anything, but this isn't how I pictured hell."

"What realm are you from, Jones?"

"Excuse me?"

"World. Dimension. Plane of reality. You know. Where are
you in the Tree?"

"I've got no idea what you're talking about, oh lord of
darkness."

"It's just Stan, really. Alright, lemme look you up in our
records... things have gotten so much easier now that we're
hooked up to the internet... here we are. An FWLSer, huh?"

"An eff double-yoo 'el esser?"

"Your realm. You guys haven't broken the dimensional
barrier. Well, I'll summarize. When you die, you move on in the
Tree. All depends on how well you led your life. If you weren't
a success, you end up here -- we're the bad turn on the Tree from
FWLS. If you did pretty well, you go to some other place."

"Heaven?"

"No, I think they call it California. It's really just a
coincidence that we're called hell. Apparently the word means
something where you're from?"

"Yeah, it's the land of the damned, where the evil ones are
burned--"

"--and all that rot, yes. Rather funny in a way,
coincidences. Anyway, I can hook you up with some low-rent
housing on the southern banks of the River Styx... lovely place
in the summer, but then again, it's always summer. I can assume
you'll be spending all of eternity here, or until your
reformation?"