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

"Sure, but I just do that to annoy her... It's the score I'm
more upset over."

"Lords, man! Get over it! You can catch up later!" Nedry
exclaimed.

"Alright, alright! Whatever. At least SHE won't be gaining
any on this run either. Which ship am... we, taking?"

*

Not bad. That's all I could say, NOT BAD.

Much bigger than my ship. Had a self-contained sleeper
unit, real navigational computer, even a fridge stocked with
snacks and beer. And the weapons... blasters! Missiles! Even a
nuke, although they're no fun. Too easy. Fun to watch, but too
easy.

"Get on board already," Janice yelled to me from inside the
ship. "I gotta appointment with my eye doctor tomorrow and want
to get back sometime this century."

I kicked the hatch to get it to unfold, and stomped up the
stairs. Yeah, there she was, slouched down in a seat, nose
buried in a book.

"What, no hello, how's it going, Dennis?" I asked.

"Just drive," Janice requested. Not very nicely, either.

I examined the front cover of her book. "Yttian Psycho.
Nice selection."

"I don't do smalltalk," she replied, never looking up from
the book.

"Okay," I shrugged, powering up the engines.

*

Boring, boring trip. I don't know why our clients requested
the extra-security delivery, there was nothing out there. Yeah,
space is a void and all, but occasionally you might bump into a
pirate or a hijacker. Then fun begins, and I perk up. But this,
this coasting along without a care, this is dull.

Janice, also, was quite dull. She spent most of her time
during the flight doing an extremely good job of ignoring me.