"FWLS58" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

"Exactly. Now give me the keys, motherfucker."

"No need to get rude," I say. "Can't have the keys, though.
Catch."

I open the box, slamming the scalding hot cheese into the
punks' face in one arm motion, spin and run for the car. He's
screaming, I'm running, footfalls matching heartbeats.

The dickweed somehow pries burning cheeselike products off
his face and zaps me. I hear the noise after it hits, providing
a contrasting sensation of filling your bones with hot lead and
hearing a silly little cartoon 'Zap!' noise.

I go down, unable to yell under the stun's painful effects
but doing a really good job of not screaming my head off. Mr.
Mask calmly walks up and grabs my keys.

I black out as he's climbing into Beat Box and pulling away,
some sickening disco theme following him. The moron doesn't even
know how to use it, I grumble before crashing.

*

I'm not panicking. Why should I? Half of my livelihood was
taken by some two-bit crook and I've probably lost my girl
because I missed the date and lost her car. These are short term
problems, not long term. They'll make a really warped verse, but
the tune ain't over.

I just need to figure out where it's going. The tune isn't
decided upon by you, you just ride it and try not to fall off.
When you do fall off, you just try to find it again, not try to
restart it or bend it to your will.

Okay, Beat Box last seen travelling north with some twit
making it play really sickly Casio-based disco. The moron stole
the least-stealthy vehicle in the world... that Burbie WASN'T
gonna notice a disco-blaring van downshifting along the road?

So I just follow the tune, follow the trail, find Beat Box
and pound the living shit out of the person who took it.
Transportation is required to get that far, though.

I whip out my cellular... normally I'm just supposed to use
this for delivery difficulty, but this was too important to pass
up because of petty job related rules. Dial dial dial.

Gotta get through to Dana. I miss the violins though, which
are usually present when I think of her... a ringing sound just