"FWLS40" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

"Yeah."

"Neat!"

"You get that package delivered to H'ppeiTak?" Nedry asked,
plowing through the desk-maze to approach me. One can only shout
for so long. Longest I've lasted at top volume is seven days.

"Yeah. Ran into a few locals, made sure they wouldn't bug
us again."

"Heard about that. The Yttian Traffic Council filed another
complaint against you. You might be banned from their
highways... that's fifty six complaints so far."

"Really? Great! How many do I have to go?"

"Fourteen. That's just the complementary toaster oven. The
microwave's at one hundred even."

"It will be mine, Nedry. It will be mine."

"Good luck. Only person to rack up that many fines is
Janice."

Ah yes, the lovely Janice. Of course, she'd tear your
intestines out if you called her that to her face. Never smiled.
Attitude of... well, there's nothing I can compare it to. Just a
loud, angry, nasty, argumentative THING. She had the highest
success rate of any disgruntle. I was rather envious of that.

"I'll catch up to her soon enough. What's my next
assignment?"

"It's a biggie, actually. We're gonna assign you a partner
for it... they wanted extra security. Expect some resistance."

"Joy! A partner. Hey, do me a favor. Mix up the
callboards a little and get Janice on a few milk runs. I need to
boost my score."

"Can't. The boards are locked down. She's your partner on
this run."

My face fell. So much for getting a few more points... any
I earned on this, she would too. I wouldn't get anywhere.

"You seem upset," Nedry commented. "I thought you had been
trying to get her to go out with you for weeks. Last time I had
to take you to the burn ward, remember?"