"FWLS63" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

"What did you NOT do? What do you hate doing the most?"

"I don't like all these VOSNet types that want to use me as
a cheap toy," I said. "I don't like using my memory archive for
money. It's not right."

"Good! How do you feel when someone asks you to sell your
memories?"

"Ticked off?" I guessed.

"Have you ever actually done it?"

"Well... once. I felt like slime afterwards."

"There's the key," Doc said. "Something in your past makes
you not want to trust people, not want to siphon off what you
know for their own purposes. Here, I'll give you ten credits to
let me know how to spell the word 'Sepulchre'."

"No way!" I protested. "Doc, I don't LIKE doing that. I'm
not going to talk for bucks. I promised myself I'd never do it
again."

"It's the only way to figure out WHY you don't like it," Doc
said. "Come on. Submit to it. Concentrate on how you're
feeling."

Doc pressed a tiny objicon representing ten credits into my
hand.

"Sepulchre," I repeated, sinking lower. Didn't I PROMISE
not to do this again? Here I was, breaking that promise.
Someone who can't even hold self-made promises had to be pretty
sorry indeed. "S... e... p..."

I mean, why did everybody want something from me? Couldn't
someone try to get friendly without asking questions all over the
place? It was like before, nobody cared about me.

"U... l..."

Back then, way back then, nobody liked me. Nobody hated me.
I was just there, a resource to be used. It was terrible. They
made me with a personality and rejected that fact!

"C..."

Just sitting in that darn room, nailed to the ground because