"Lois Gresh - Termination Node" - читать интересную книгу автора (Gresh Lois)

Her floor.

Judy darted back from the window. She hated being seen—caught— observing people.
Shrugging, she forced herself to concentrate on more productive matters. She'd get some work done,
then hit the beach, where, surrounded by people, she could observe as much as she wanted, and nobody
would care. After all, they went to the beach trying to be noticed.

She pulled off her T-shirt and tossed it on the floor. Then she made her way to the tiny kitchenette,
slurped down some water, and splashed some over her blue bikini top.

The muscles in her legs were tight and sore from the Rollerblading. She rubbed them, but it didn't help.
Forget the shower. A warm bath would be much better, would unkink the muscles.

After she got some work done.

She circled the coffee table, a homemade job contrived from old minitowers shoved together. They were
tan and gutted. Perfectly lovely. Steve had given her the towers five years ago, when she'd been
twenty-one, new to town, and desperate for cash. Inside the empty towers she stored her laptop case,
the netpad, and heaps of hardware junk.

As she sat on the left sofa cushion, exposed coils poked up on the right side and dust wheezed from the
green-and-orange plaid upholstery.

She reached into her cache of goodies, pulled out her netpad, and opened the slim case.

Home again, baby, Let's go.

She touched the tiny screen. Recognizing her fingerprint, the net-pad winked to life. At the top of the
screen an icon identified a cellular modem connection to her Net browser. At the bottom her hacking
passwords and utilities were listed, as were her direct links.

She said, "Jose Ferrents, Laguna Savings Bank." One of the direct links. Voice-recognition software
kicked in, and the netpad dialed Jose's number.

His computer voice mail picked up the call. Jose wasn't at his desk.

Rather than wait for him to return her call, she decided it would be faster for her to dial into the Laguna
Savings server and see what was happening.

First, one more try. "Jose Ferrcnts, pager." No dice, he wasn't picking up pager calls either. Pretty"
weird for Jose, who always picked up Judy's pager calls, unless he was tied up in some intense session
with Naresh .. ,

What if Naresh was chewing him out? She pictured poor green-haired Jose, as sleepless as she was,
squirming on Methamorph in a grade-fifteen management cubicle. Naresh, yelling at him for
incompetence, threatening to fire him.

Nash:

Jose didn't deserve to take the heat for some Helraze guy that even Judy couldn't track. She had to get