"FWLS6" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

"So I shouldn't mark up this Stomach Contents Live album if
the competition has a lower price?"

"That is correct."

"Thank you, Guidereader."

"By the way, has my order come in yet?"

"You mean your 101 Techno Hits to Rave By?"

"Yes. I always did like the little samples from holomovies
and things they managed to work into those tunes. Delightful."

"I got one copy left," the stallkeeper said, pulling it out
from a side shelf.

"It is not wise to claim a shortage of stock," I recited,
"When the bulk of said goods is out in the open. Book of Al,
5:85."

"Eh?"

"I can see a stack of those CD2s sitting on the shelf," I
said, pointing to it. "Good thing I noticed before a customer
did."

"Erp. Hmmm. Well, can't cheat the Guidereader, now can
we?" he laughed.

*

I was counselling a man at the docking area who had a small
child that refused to do his economics homework when the red ship
docked.

It wasn't an impressive ship, clearly. Seemed to be a cheap
Murflan knockoff of a Yttian copy of a Terran tugboat. It was
spraypainted red, with various odd symbols involving farm
implements scattered on the surface.

Since I was looking at the funny hammer-and-sickle
arrangement at the top of it, I didn't notice the invading troops
until one of them poked me gently in the ribs with a blaster
rifle.

"Da, where is your leaderski?" the Saren in the furry hat
said.