"FWLS37" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

physically, according to the scans. Why'd he shut down? You do
something to him, flesh-boy?"

"Me? No sir! Here, let me explain."

*

"Well, I can't say I haven't heard of it," Doc said. "Not
sure if I can exorcise him."

"I thought robots didn't need exercise."

"No, hoser, I meant exORcise. Gets the demons out. That is
what this is. At least it could be, I've never heard of one
without a form before."

"I don't follow."

"How close are you to net.biz, boy?" Doc asked, prepping the
deck permanently wired to the work table.

"Well, I play a lot of games."

"Uh-huh. Not that close, in other words. Alright. I can
assume he told you about the escape, Haven, the cyborg bodies,
the whole deal?"

"Yeah, he mentioned a bit of that."

"Alright... god, how I hate playing the role of the guy who
explains everything to the clueless wonder. It's not my usual
style. How about if I go find someone who can explain out this
mess to you?"

"Sounds fine here," I said. I mean, what else should I say?
No, I wandered a few light years away from home with my best
friend who turns out not to really be alive, so I think I'll just
wander back and forget about everything? I hate people that
prompt for lines like that, instead of just talking away.

"You're about to be let in on the of the biggest net.secrets
out there. Think you can handle it?"

Again with the one-answer questions. "Of course."

"Alrighty. Here," he said, tossing me a trode band, wired
into his work table. "I'll jack you where you gotta go. Only
got one of these things, really, so if she doesn't show, just
come back and I'll go in and look for the bitch, okay? Good."