Нейромант
Chapter 1
He’dwatchedhertrackthenexthitwithaconcentrationthatremindedhimofthemantisestheysoldinstallsalongShiga,besidetanksofbluemutantcarpandcricketscagedinbamboo.
Hestaredattheblackringofgroundsinhisemptycup.Itwasvibratingwiththespeedhe’dtaken.Thebrownlaminateofthetabletopwasdullwithapatinaoftinyscratches.Withthedexmountingthroughhisspinehesawthecountlessrandomimpactsrequiredtocreateasurfacelikethat.TheJarrewasdecoratedinadated,namelessstylefromthepreviouscentury,anuneasyblendofJapanesetraditionalandpaleMilaneseplastics,buteverythingseemedtowearasubtlefilm,asthoughthebadnervesofamillioncustomershadsomehowattackedthemirrorsandtheonceglossyplastics,leavingeachsurfacefoggedwithsomethingthatcouldneverbewipedaway.
`Hey.Case,goodbuddy...’
Helookedup,metgrayeyesringedwithpaintstick.ShewaswearingfadedFrenchorbitalfatiguesandnewwhitesneakers.
`Ibeenlookin’~foryou,man.’Shetookaseatoppositehim,herelbowsonthetable.Thesleevesofthebluezipsuithadbeenrippedoutattheshoulders;heautomaticallycheckedherarmsforsignsofdermsortheneedle.`Wantacigarette?’
ShedugacrumpledpackofYeheyuanfiltersfromananklepocketandofferedhimone.Hetookit,letherlightitwitharedplastictube.`Yousleepin’~okay,Case?Youlooktired.’HeraccentputhersouthalongtheSprawl,towardAtlanta.
