"Kim Stanley Robinson - Sixty Days and Counting" - читать интересную книгу автора (Robinson Kim Stanley)

And then, her revealing the surveillance program she was part of, in which Frank and
so many others, including Edgardo, were being tracked and evaluated in some kind
of virtual futures market, wherein investors, some of them computer programs, were
making speculative investments, as in any other futures markets, but this time dealing
in scientists doing certain kinds of biotech research.
And then how she had had to run away on election night, and how on that night he
had helped her to evade her husband and his companions, who were now clearly
correlated with the attempted election theft.
Edgardo bobbed along next to him as he told the tale, nodding at each new bit of
information, lips pursed tightly, head tilted to the side. It was like confessing to a
giant praying mantis.
“So,” he said at last. “Now you’re out of touch with her?”
“That’s right. She said she’d call me, but she hasn’t.”
“But she will have to be very careful, now that her husband knows that you exist.”
“Yes. But—will he be able to identify who I am, do you think?”
“I think that’s very possible, if he has access to her work files. Do you know if he
does?”
“She worked for him.”
“So. And he knows that someone was helping her that night.”
“More than one person, actually, because of the guys in the park.”
“Yes. That might help you, by muddying the waters. But still, say he goes through
her records to find out who she has been in contact with—will he find you?”
“I was one of the people she had under surveillance.”
“But there will be a lot of those. Anything more?”
Frank tried to remember. “I don’t know,” he confessed. “I thought we were being
careful, but…”
“Did she call you on your phone?”
“Yes, a few times. But only from pay phones.”
“But she might have been chipped at the time.”
“She tried to be careful about that.”
“Yes, but it didn’t always work, isn’t that what you said?”
“Right. But”—remembering back—“I don’t think she ever said my name.”
“Well—if you were ever both chipped at the same time, maybe he would be able to
see when you got together. And if he sourced all your cell-phone calls, some would
come from pay phones, and he might be able to cross-GPS those with her.”
“Are pay phones GPSed?”
Edgardo glanced at him. “They stay in one spot, which you can then GPS.”
“Oh. Yeah.”
Edgardo cackled and waved an elbow at Frank as they ran. “There’s lots of ways to
find people! There’s your acquaintances in the park, for instance. If he went out
there and asked around, with a photo of you, he might be able to confirm.”
“I’m just Professor Nosebleed to them.”
“Yes, but the correlations…So,” Edgardo said after a silence had stretched out a
quarter mile or more. “It seems like you probably ought to take some kind of
preemptive action.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well. You followed him to their apartment, right?”
“Yes.”
“Not your wisest move of that night, by the way.”
Frank didn’t want to explain that his capacity for decision making had been possibly