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

into the Laguna server, maybe phone Naresh and save Jose's skin. The sooner the better.

She'd use the laptop. Its modem connections were much faster than the netpad's.

Shoving her soldering iron aside, Judy opened her laptop, touched the screen to launch the system.
"ISDN." The machine kicked to the timesaving nethook that connected to her ISDN service.

"Gargon." The bank server. Her voice was enough to get her in. Her voice was her password.
The connection languished. No bank screen appeared.

She clicked her fingernails against the side of the laptop. 'Die black-and-gold polish made her feel dark
and mean — it helped her be TerMight when she was sniffing networks.

Finally, a message:

Connection attempt failed

The main server for Laguna Savings Bank was dead. Jose was away from his pager. Not exactly good
omens.

A new thought struck. She tried a few more bank servers. "Samson."

Connection attempt failed

"Delilah."

Connection attempt failed

Everything had seemed stable when Judy had dragged herself from Jose's office at eight that morning.
But now ... Maybe Helraze had returned and destroyed the bank system. While Judy was wasting time
with Steve Sanchez and Hector Rodriguez.

She needed something that would pump her up, help her think more clearly. Just to remain alert, awake.
Trev had Metamorph, even had home-brewed hyper stuff that really jived. One spoonful of that clear,
sweet liquid, and wham, she'd be racing.

But she'd been clean for a long time. Since she'd first become TerMight...

Seventeen years old, hooked on morph, five teaspoons a day. The stuff could keep her up three nights in
a row, whenever she wanted. She had spent one stint building a Net-TV box for her dad. She'd modeled
it after the Kmart Virtuoso I Web Box, but called her version the TerMight box ... only because the
trailer was overrun with termites, and insecticide was overpowering to someone under the influence of
morph.

Dad had instantly become hooked on the vids, E-mail, sports, and comics. He spent every night glued to
the box. For a month, he gave Judy more smiles, more hugs, and more love than she'd received from him
in all the years since she was born.

The TerMight box was love.