"FWLS35" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

Even the "100% indestructible, Inspected by #6" label had been
ripped.

For the first time, he was really, really scared.

*

The boy hit the door full tilt, carrying the broken computer
under an arm.

"Welcome to Holo Shack," the robotic clerk cheerily chirped.
(The live clerk had been replaced after the chain of stores
realized two things. One, most robberies occur at night. Two,
humans aren't bullet-proof.)

"You don't look like a local to this place," the boy
commented. He paused, looking over the robot. "Whatever. Quick
man, I need two OO jellicide batteries, one MiniCoil, and a five
inch standard FCD screen."

"I'm sorry, but we don't carry those things here," the robot
chirped.

"Great. Just my luck, tech level is too low. You got...
never mind, I'll look around for it myself."

The boy ran around the store, madly ransacking the shelves,
grabbing this plasticwrapped gizmo, that cardboard package of
bits and bolts. He took a few tools, and started working.

"I assume you will be paying for those now?" the robot
grinned madly. "I am fully armed."

Assorted clanks, snaps, and curses echoed from the back of
the store. The robot watched with interest, wondering if it
would get to try out its new flame thrower on the potentially
dangerous human.

"Cripes," the boy said, walking back towards the robot,
carrying the bits of the computer in a plastic bag. "I can't do
anything with this stone age crud. I think I'll be needing
weapons instead... plenty of 'em. Do you carry those here?"

"We carry a few items for self defense, yes," the robot
said. "In fact, I currently am using a Holo Shack Flamethrower
model--"

"Great, I'll need that," the boy said, wrenching the hand
flamer from the robot's appendage. The robot blinked. "What
else do you have? Any plasma discharge units? Tacnuke grenades?