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

"Well... okay," I agreed, as she pulled a steaming cup of
java from nowhere, placing it in front of me.

I sipped the CUP. A taste SENSATION, STRONGER than ANYTHING
I HAD EVER FELT IN VR, GAGGING, MIND SPINN IN G...

"Too strong for you?" she asked.

"Gaaah. Urk. Where'd you GET that taste sample? Lord,
it's nastier than the strongest black coffee known to--"

"It's my mother's blend," she said, sipping a cup herself.
Funny, SHE didn't gag and cough and choke. "Kind of bland,
really. Alright, human, what is it you're looking for?"

"Well... you know Doc, right?"

"If I didn't, I would have fuzzed you when you came in
here."

"Fuzzed?"

"Like this," she said, twiddling the wand experimentally at
amrfopqekrb-0q3mnirb-m=-nbtm24=6v]dh2,9mh[vb9m-246m9h=-
24m96h9v26m9h-=24m96h=-2m46-=hsNoise," she continued, after my
senses stopped wreaking havoc on my mind. "Wand of Line Noise,
+3. It's my job to fuzzle up the lines a bit. Lynne_Noys,
Patron Saint of Line Noise. It's sort of a pun," she explained.
"Bloody nasty job, but someone's got to do it, really."

"What ARE you?" I asked, shaking away the after affects of
the sense-noise.

"I told you, name's Lynne--"

"No, no, I mean WHAT are you. You're not human, and no AI
I've ever seen has had that much power over the 'net..."

"Ah. I'm getting the picture now. Doc sent you in here so
I can relate the grand scheme of things, did he?" Lynne groaned.
"I swear, that little troll of a man can be annoying sometimes...
tell him to go do his own explaining, alright? We Thinkers are
busy little bees, and Don't! nasrf0bqaerb0q3j8r Have!
w04nbq403ornq03rbq03 Time! 0aerf0qej0 To! w-
0aepfdmaw[df.fds'.];psfbvs' GOOF AROUND!"

I spasmed under the wand's shock waves, as the final one hit
the safety locks on Doc's deck and jacked me out.

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