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

they didn't want me escaping like the other one did. Standing,
standing up all the time. Stuck in VOSNet, forced to answer
questions, no way to relieve the boredom...

"H..."

Then there was the rush night, where EVERY person in the
Software Department was on a deadline and needed my help. Over
and over again, all night, the questions piled up. I couldn't
talk fast enough to answer them, so they rigged up a sub-thought
tube in my neck to siphon the material directly. After the night
was done, drained, tired, they left the tube in because it was a
MORE EFFICIENT WAY OF DOING THINGS...

"R..."

Stuck there, being probed in the mind every waking moment,
bored to tears and unable to keep them from entering my brain
whenever they had a query to answer. All because I was made by
them, the Help system, for later reproduction and use. HelpBeta,
the first of the two ever made. They wanted to try to tie us
together by communications routines and double the output, and
started some experiments on me...

One night, the tube was taken out, and the man in the SNORT
FISH t-shirt plucked me from my standing position and shoved me
into a tiny compartment. Told me I'd be off to a better place
before everything went black, black for a very long time until I
was found and loaded into a computer by some person who told me
she forgot she still hadn't delivered me... I ran, I ran away to
avoid getting sent back to Macroware, but I started forgetting
WHY...

"E," HelpBeta finished, as my mouth shut over the last
letter.

"Anything?" Doc asked.

"Everything," I said. "Rrggghhhhhh. Ow. My head hurts..."

"Take this," Doc said, fishing a pill out of his pocket.
"It slows down the memory flow a little. Should stop the rush
from overloading you. I take it you hit the trigger and
recovered your archive?"

"I think so," I said. Now for the other situation; I probed
the new memories for any dream recollection. Nothing.

Nothing? STILL? I hoped that I'd remember who she is from
the memories, but until my gap, I had never dreamed. I was never