"David Gerrold - Love Story in Three Acts" - читать интересную книгу автора (Gerrold David)

"Sure, but—"
"Then why don't you want her to be sexually satisfied?"
"I do, but—"
"Mr. Russell," Wolfe said slowly, patiently as if explaining it to a child, "this is not the Victorian era.
Women enjoy sex too." He leaned forward, became very serious, "Look, man, if you're sick, you go to a
doctor and he makes you well again, doesn't he?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"Sure, he does. Well, that's why I'm here. If you've got a sick sex life, you want to make it better
again, don't you?" John nodded.
Wolfe smiled, pleased at this concession, "You've got a monitor-reaction system now, don't you?
Well, that's just for the diagnosis.
But diagnosis isn't enough—now you need the treatment." Wolfe paused, noted the negative reaction
on John's face. He changed his tone, became more serious, "Look, man, your score is way
down—down to thirty-four. Doesn't that say to you that something's wrong? You need one of our
guidance units."
"I can't afford it," John mumbled.
"You can't afford not to! This is to save your marriage, man! If you didn't need it, I wouldn't be sitting
here right now. We don't lease our units to people who don't need them. Do you actually want a
divorce, Mr. Russell? That's where you're heading—"
John shook his head.
Then what's your objection to the unit?"
John looked at the other man, "I'm not a puppet."
Wolfe leaned back in his chair, "Oh, so that's it" He started to close his case, then hesitated, "I really
should get up and leave, you know. I really should. You've just shown me how absolutely little you know
about the unit. But I'll stay—if only to clear up your misconceptions. I can't stand to see a man
misinformed—especially about my company. I've got to clear this thing up. The guidance unit is not a
puppeteer. It is a guidance unit—that's why it's called a guidance unit. If it were a control unit, we'd have
called it a control unit."
"Oh," said John.
Wolfe rummaged around in his case, brought out a neat four-color photo, "Now, look. This is the
unit—isn't it a beaut?"
John took the picture and looked at it. It showed a device resembling the one he already had at home
sitting on his dresser, but slightly larger and with an additional set of controls.
"The unit monitors the sensitive areas of both you and your partner," said Wolfe. "It has a positive
feedback reaction hooked into the guidance modules—all of which means that if your wife's responses
indicate that she will react well to certain types of stimulation, then the guidance system will trigger the
impulse within you to provide that stimulation. You can resist these impulses if you want to, but why
bother? The machine is your friend—it wants you to enjoy yourself."
John looked up at him, "It works both ways…?"
"Oh, yes, of course. She'll be responding to your needs just as you'll be responding to hers. Not only
that, but the machine is programmed to guide you both to a simultaneous climax. That alone makes it all
worthwhile."
"Yes, well, I don't know…"
'I do know, Mr. Russell," Wolfe said persuasively. The machine lets you be more sensitive. Your
score is thirty-four today. How would you like it to be sixty tomorrow? And it'll get better as you
become more experienced."
John shrugged, "You make it sound awfully good…"
"It is, Mr. Russell. It is. I use one of these units myself—that is my wife and I do."
John looked at him. "You?"
"I know it may seem hard to believe, but it's true. Of course, I will admit that my wife and I never