"FWLS51" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)the deep thought of a computer user. "Traffic controller... not
too much ice, just basic security. Okay. Is there a light blinking on the shuttle?" Benton leaned out a window, gazing upward. "None I can see." "How about now?" "Ah! Little red light?" "Okay... that means it's shuttle number two. I'll bring it down, but I need you two to keep me from crashing it. Give me directions." "Alright..." I said, unbuckling and hopping out of the rent- a-rover. I stared upward, shielding my eyes from the downfall. "Left a little... no, MY left... okay... watch that roof..." Gradually the ship descended, making a flat-surface landing on the street. The hatch popped open, and a very confused pilot stepped out. "Hey, you kids!" he called. "Do me a favor and call the C'atel Traffic Department! My shuttle just broke down." "You two stay here," I said, whispering to them through my rolled-down window. "I'll handle the pilot." "But--" "Don't worry, I can take him," I smirked. Jody had her hacking skills, Benton his... well, drawing skills, but I still had my analysist's edge. Pilots did not fall into a blind spot. I examined the pilot. Okay, no physical signs of trauma... very average, probably doesn't like his job, bad home life... I can harp on that. "Hello!" I called out, sending out waves of trust and compassion. "Say, tell me about your father..." * "I have offices on Terra," I said, handing the sobbing pilot one of my business cards. "If you want to talk, I'm there for you. I can conduct by holophone if need be. That'll be fifty credits for this session." The pilot nodded, pulling out his credit chip to transfer |
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