"FWLS42" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

"...and lastly, the third genius, Gallen Upberg, who finally
deciphered the last locks to manipulation of the body itself,
leading to neural modifications, custom limbs with mechanical and
organic tissue replacements. Although his genius was short
lived, due to the freak accident where his splattered and mutated
remains were found all over his last published findings..."

Yuck. We don't want the graduates vomiting in the aisles!
White white white.

"...so where does this leave us, four years later and four
years wiser? The government in debt, the racial conflict between
cyborg and human, the Net.Cops patrolling cyberspace in search of
anything against the Virtual Law... the universe is DOOMED,
DOOMED DOOMED! NONE WILL ESCAPE! SOCIETY HAS CRUMBLED, ANARCHY
IN ITS PLACE! MY LIFE IS A HOLLOW LIE, A SHAM! THERE IS NO
POINT TO EXISTENCE! LIVE WHILE YOU CAN, GRADUATES, FOR THE
SYSTEM WILL CRUSH YOU IN THE END..."

And the rest, meaningless scribble and scrawl. Disturbing
scrawl, with half-formed shapes of terror and pain, trying to
form words but failing horribly. S'ykk whited these out madly,
trying to cover up his own scratchings.

That wasn't the bad part.

The bad part was that, revision done with, he was facing a
nice, clean sheet of whited-out paper, not a mark on it.

There wasn't a single good thing left.

Well... maybe the situation wasn't as bad as he had written.
Where he got those words he didn't know; they simply weren't
TRUE. The economy was improving; President Doofman said it
himself. The Net.Cops were there for your own good, keeping the
net safe for the free flow of information. And for crying out
loud, society isn't CRUMBLING! Sure, it's looking a little ratty
around the edges, but it always has and probably always will be.
It's not a dark tomorrow, it's a bold new day! The sun WILL come
out tomorrow!

S'ykk grinned, proud of humanity, and took a running dive
through a closed third story window.

He knew, he knew as he was pitching face first into the
pavement, that the universe certainly wasn't coming to a grueling
demise, that humanity would go on happily and survive, prospering
and generally enjoying life. In the darkest light there was the
lightest dark. He wasn't committing suicide because he feared
humanity mutating into a horrible, slathering monster, like his