"FWLS60" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

"SHEEP?"

"She says it'll work," the guitarist shrugged. "Makes
sense, since she read the letter too. It's good stuff. Dave is
a swell person to share his business skill with us."

"About how many people do you reckon have read that letter
by now?" I asked.

"I dunno. A lot. See the crowd? They're all trying to
make some money. Since they're out here, they can be potential
customers for me, logically. It's a great setup."

"Great, except that if they need money themselves then they
won't be paying YOU any."

"Not very logical," he snorted. "Do you want a copy of the
letter? It's great, clears up life's problems like lifting a
fog. Sounds like you could use it. Just so happens I have my
tenth copy ready to go..."

"No thanks," I said.

"Friend, you can't pass up an opportunity like this!" he
said. "Whatever you're doing now is burger flipping compared to
the cash you could be making!"

"How much have YOU made?"

"Nothing."

"Doesn't sound like you're making money fast, then," I
scowled.

"Fast is a relative term. The letter says that. Here, have
the envelope. I've got a guitar to reprogram," he said, passing
me the letter and wandering into the crowd.

I considered ripping up the stupid letter.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," a voice behind me said.
"It'll make your dreams come true."

I span around, face to face with Mr. Rhodes.

"You," I growled. "Don't think I don't know what you're
doing to UberNet. I saw the news articles from the nineties, the
ones where a letter like yours ground the net to a halt. How
much profit have you made off this scheme so far?"