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Snake Eyes

From Mirrorshades

Tom Maddox

Snake-Eyes



By 1986 the new Eighties esthetic was in full swing. Its current state of the art is brilliantly represented by
this story from Virginia writer Tom Maddox.

Tom Maddox is an assistant professor of languages and literature at Virginia State University. He is not a
prolific writer, his output to date a bare handful of short stories. Yet his mastery of the cyberpunk
dynamic is unsurpassed.

In this fast-paced, intensely visionary story, Maddox moves swiftly and incisively across a broad range
of the Movement's themes and obsessions, "Snake-Eyes" stands as a definitive example of modern
hard-core cyberpunk.




Dark meat in the can-brown, oily, and flecked with mucus-gave off a repellent fishy smell; and the taste
of it rose in his throat, putrid and bitter like something from a dead man's stomach. George Jordan sat on
the kitchen floor and vomited, then pushed himself away front the shining pool, which looked very much
like what remained in the can. He thought, no, this won't do: I have wires in my head, and they make me
eat cat food. The snake likes cat food.

He needed help, but knew there was little point in calling the Air Force. He'd tried them, and there was
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no way they were going to admit responsibility for the monster in his head. What George called "the
snake" the Air Force called Effective Human Interface Technology, and they didn't want to hear about
any post-discharge problems with it. They had their own problems with Congressional committees
investigating "the conduct of the war in Thailand."

He lay for awhile with his cheek on the cold linoleum, got up and rinsed his mouth in the sink, then stuck
his head under the faucet and ran cold water over it, thinking, call the goddamned multicomp then, call
SenTrax and say, is it true you can do something about this incubus that wants to take possession of my
soul? And if they ask you, what's your problem? you say, cat food, and maybe they'll tell you, hell, it just