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

"Some kind of money-making program," I said. "Some guy in a
silly green suit gave it to me."

"Green suit?" the kid asked, intrigued. "I think I've heard
of this guy. Yellow happy-face head, right?"

I nodded. The kid snatched the envelope away.

"I gotta check this out!" he said, ripping it open. "My bud
Paul has one of these envelopes, and he says he's going to be
making money by the truckload. I asked if I could have a copy,
but he said something about already giving out ten."

"Umm, kid, I don't know what that envelope DOES...
supposedly it mucks with your brain..."

The kid ignored me, engrossed in the text of the letter.
His eyes stuck to the print, scanning line after line.

He stood there for three minutes, unmoving as he perused the
document. I started looking for a Cherry Coke to pass the time
when he snapped out of it.

"Whoa," he said. "Wow. That makes sense... that really
makes sense! I must have been a serious chowderhead for not
realizing it was possible."

"What was possible?"

"My idea!" he said. "I've got the ULTIMATE make money fast
idea!"

Make money fast?

"It'll work!" he exclaimed, jumping up and down. "It'll
work and it'll work GREAT. Bye, Nosty, I gotta go! I gotta go
scrounge five credits and get some copies of this letter made."

"Whoa! Wait! What's your idea?" I pleaded, but the kid was
gone, jacked out and away. With MY letter.

Still, something was very familiar about this idea the kid
was talking about. I set off for the library, trying to figure
out which words were giving me memory flashbacks.

*

Damn that kid!