mc.prey-第22部分

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cules　and　shit；　sticking　'em　together。　It's　real　tense　and　detailed　work；　and　it　makes　them　crazy。　Every　fucking　one　of　'em。　Nutty　as　loons。　e　this　way。〃　We　passed　through　another　set　of　glass　doors。　But　this　time；　there　was　no　spray。
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　We　entered　the　power　plant。　Beneath　blue　halogen　lamps；　I　saw　huge　metal　tubs　ten　feet　high；　and　fat　ceramic　insulators　thick　as　a　man's　leg。　Everything　hummed。　I　felt　a　distinct　vibration　in　the　floor。　There　were　signs　all　around　with　jagged　red　lightning　bolts　saying　warning：　lethal　electrical　currents！
　〃You　use　a　lot　of　power　here；〃　I　said。
　〃Enough　for　a　small　town；〃　Vince　said。　He　pointed　to　one　of　the　signs。　〃Take　those　warnings　seriously。　We　had　problems　with　fires；　a　while　back。〃
　〃Oh？〃
　〃Yeah。　Got　a　nest　of　rats　in　the　building。　Buggers　kept　getting　fried。　Literally。　I　hate　the　smell　of　burning　rat　fur；　don't　you？〃
　〃Never　had　that　experience；〃　I　said。
　〃Smells　like　what　you'd　think。〃
　〃Uh…huh；〃　I　said。　〃How　did　the　rats　get　in？〃
　〃Up　through　the　toilet　bowl。〃　I　must　have　looked　surprised；　because　Vince　said；　〃Oh；　you　don't　know　that？　Rats　do　that　all　the　time；　it's　just　a　short　swim　for　them　to　get　in。　'Course；　if　it　happened　while　you　were　sitting；　it'd　be　a　nasty　surprise。〃　He　gave　a　short　laugh。　〃Problem　was　the　contractor　for　the　building　didn't　bury　the　leach　field　deep　enough。　Anyhow；　rats　got　in。　We've　had　a　few　accidents　like　that　since　I've　been　here。〃
　〃Is　that　right？　What　kind　of　accidents？〃
　He　shrugged。　〃They　tried　to　make　these　buildings　perfect；〃　he　said。　〃Because　they're　working　with　such　small…size　things。　But　it's　not　a　perfect　world；　Jack。　Never　has　been。　Never　will　be。〃　I　said　again；　〃What　kind　of　accidents？〃
　By　then　we　had　e　to　the　far　door；　with　a　keypad；　and　Vince　punched　in　numbers　quickly。　The　door　clicked　open。　〃All　the　doors　are　keyed　the　same。　Oh　six；　oh　four；　oh　two。〃　Vince　pushed　the　door　wide；　and　we　stepped　into　a　covered　passageway　connecting　the　power　plant　to　the　other　buildings。　It　was　stifling　hot　here；　despite　the　roar　of　the　air　conditioner。　〃Contractor；〃　Vince　explained。　〃Never　balanced　the　air　handlers　right。　We　had　'em　back　five　times　to　fix　it；　but　this　passage　is　always　hot。〃
　At　the　end　of　the　corridor　was　another　door；　and　Vince　had　me　punch　in　the　code　myself。　The　door　clicked　open。
　I　faced　another　airlock：　a　wall　of　thick　glass；　with　another　wall　a　few　feet　beyond。　And　behind　that　second　wall；　I　saw　Ricky　Morse　in　jeans　and　a　T…shirt；　grinning　and　waving　cheerfully　to　me。
　His　T…shirt　said；　〃Obey　Me；　I　Am　Root。〃
　It　was　an　inside　joke。　In　the　UNIX　operating　system；　it　meant　the　boss。
　Over　an　inter　speaker；　Ricky　said；　〃I'll　take　it　from　here；　Vince。〃
　Vince　waved。　〃No　problem。〃
　〃You　fix　that　positive　pressure　setting？〃
　〃Did　it　an　hour　ago。　Why？〃
　〃It　may　not　be　holding　in　the　main　lab。〃
　〃I'll　check　it　again；〃　Vince　said。　〃Maybe　we　got　another　leak　somewhere。〃　He　slapped　me　on　the　back；　jerked　his　thumb　toward　the　interior　of　the　building。　〃Lots　of　luck　in　there。〃　Then　he　turned　and　walked　back　the　way　he　came。
　〃It's　great　to　see　you；〃　Ricky　said。　〃You　know　the　code　to　get　in？〃　I　said　I　did。　He　pointed　to　a　keypad。　I　punched　the　numbers　in。　The　glass　wall　slid　sideways。　I　stepped　into　another　narrow　space　about　four　feet　wide；　with　metal　grills　on　all　four　sides。　The　wall　closed　behind　me。
　A　fierce　blast　of　air　shot　up　from　the　floor；　puffing　up　my　trouser　legs；　ruffling　my　clothing。　Almost　immediately　it　was　followed　by　blasts　of　air　ing　from　both　sides；　then　from　top；　blowing　down　hard　on　my　hair　and　shoulders。　Then　a　whoosh　of　vacuum。　The　glass　in　front　of　me　slid　laterally。　I　smoothed　down　my　hair　and　stepped　out。
　〃Sorry　about　that。〃　Ricky　shook　my　hand　vigorously。　〃But　at　least　we　don't　have　to　wear　bunny　suits；〃　he　said。　I　noticed　that　he　looked　strong；　healthy。　The　muscles　in　his　forearms　were　defined。
　I　said；　〃You　look　good；　Ricky。　Working　out？〃
　〃Oh；　you　know。　Not　really。〃
　〃You're　pretty　cut；〃　I　said。　I　punched　him　on　the　shoulder。
　He　grinned。　〃Just　tension　on　the　job。　Did　Vince　frighten　you？〃
　〃Not　exactly　。。。〃
　〃He's　a　little　strange；〃　Ricky　said。　〃Vince　grew　up　alone　out　in　the　desert　with　his　mother。　She　died　when　he　was　five。　Body　was　pretty　deposed　when　they　finally　found　her。　Poor　kid；　he　just　didn't　know　what　to　do。　I　guess　I'd　be　strange；　too。〃　Ricky　gave　a　shrug。　〃But　I'm　glad　you're　here；　Jack。　I　was　afraid　you　wouldn't　e。〃　Despite　Ricky's　apparent　good　health；　I　was　noticing　now　that　he　seemed　nervous；　edgy。　He　led　me　briskly　down　a　short　hallway。　〃So。　How's　Julia？〃
　〃Broke　her　arm；　and　hit　her　head　pretty　badly。　She's　in　the　hospital　for　observation。　But　she's　going　to　be　all　right。〃
　〃Good。　That's　good。〃　He　nodded　quickly；　continuing　down　a　corridor。　〃Who's　taking　care　of　the　kids？〃
　I　told　him　that　my　sister　was　in　town。
　〃Then　you　can　stay　awhile？　A　few　days？〃
　I　said；　〃I　guess。　If　you　need　me　that　long。〃　Ordinarily；　software　consultants　don't　spend　a　lot　of　time　on…site。　One　day；　maybe　two。　Not　more　than　that。
　Ricky　glanced　over　his　shoulder　at　me。　〃Did　Julia；　ah；　explain　to　you　about　this　place？〃
　〃Not　really；　no。〃
　〃But　you　knew　she　was　spending　a　lot　of　time　here。〃
　I　said；　〃Oh　sure。　Yes。〃
　〃The　last　few　weeks；　she　came　out　almost　every　day　on　the　helicopter。　Stayed　over　a　couple　of　nights；　too。〃
　I　said；　〃I　didn't　know　she　took　such　an　interest　in　manufacturing。〃
　Ricky　seemed　to　hesitate　a　moment。　Then　he　said；　〃Well；　Jack；　this　is　a　whole　new　thing　。。。〃　He　frowned。　〃She　really　didn't　tell　you　anything？〃
　〃No。　Not　really。　Why？〃
　He　didn't　answer。
　He　opened　the　far　door　and　waved　me　through。　〃This　is　our　residential　module；　where　everybody　sleeps　and　eats。〃
　The　air　was　cool　after　the　passageway。　The　walls　were　the　same　smooth　Formica　material。　I　heard　a　low；　continuous　whoosh　of　air　handlers。　A　series　of　doors　opened　off　the　hallway。　One　of　them　had　my　name　on　it；　written　in　marker　on　a　piece　of　tape。　Ricky　opened　the　door。　〃Home　sweet　home；　Jack。〃
　The　room　was　monastic…a　small　bed；　a　tiny　desk　just　large　enough　to　hold　a　workstation　monitor　and　keyboard。　Above　the　bed；　a　shelf　for　books　and　clothes。　All　the　furniture　had　been　coated　with　smooth…flowing　white　plastic　laminate。　There　were　no　nooks　or　crannies　to　hold　stray　particles　of　dirt。　There　was　no　window　in　the　room　either；　but　a　liquid…crystal　screen　showed　a　view　of　the　desert　outside。
　There　was　a　plastic　watch　and　a　belt　with　a　plastic　buckle　on　the　bed。　I　put　them　on。
　Ricky　said；　〃Dump　your　gear；　and　I'll　give　you　the　tour。〃
　Still　keeping　his　brisk　pace；　he　led　me　into　a　medium…size　lounge　with　a　couch　and　chairs　around　a　coffee　table；　and　a　bulletin　board　on　the　wall。　All　the　furniture　here　was　the　same　flowing　plastic　laminate。　〃To　the　right　is　the　kitchen　and　the　rec　room　with　TV；　video　games；　so　forth。〃　We　entered　the　small　kitchen。　There　were　two　people　there；　a　man　and　a　woman；　eating　sandwiches　standing　up。　〃I　think　you　know　these　guys；〃　Ricky　said；　grinning。　And　I　did。　They　had　been　on　my　team　at　MediaTronics。
　Rosie　Castro　was　dark；　thin；　exotic…looking；　and　sarcastic；　she　wore　baggy　cargo　shorts　and　a　T…shirt　tight　across　her　large　breasts；　which　read　YOU　WISH。　Independent　and　rebellious；　Rosie　had　been　a　Shakespearean　scholar　at　Harvard　before　she　decided；　in　her　words；　that　〃Shakespeare　is　fucking　dead。　For　fucking　centuries。　There　is　nothing　new　to　say。　What's　the　point？〃　She　transferred　to　MIT；　became　a　protégée　of　Robert　Kim；　working　on　natural　language　programming。　It　turned　out　she　was　brilliant　at　it。　And　these　days　natural　language　programs　were　starting　to　involve　distributed　processing。　Because　it　turned　out　people　evaluate　a　sentence　in　several　ways　simultaneously；　while　it　is　being　spoken；　they　don't　wait　until　it　is　finished　but　rather　they　form　expectations　of　what　is　ing。　That's　a　perfect　situation　for　distributed　processing；　which　can　work　on　a　problem　at　several　points　simultaneously。　I　said；　〃Still　wearing　those　T…shirts；　Rosie。〃　At　MediaTronics；　we'd　had　some　trouble　about　the　way　she　dressed。
　〃Hey。　Keeps　the　boys　awake；〃　she　said；　shrugging。
　〃Actually；　we　ignore　them。〃　I　turned　to　David　Brooks；　stiff；　formal；　obsessively　neat；　and　almost　bald　at　twenty…eight。　He　blinked　behind　thick　glasses。　〃They're　not　that　good；　anyway；〃　he　said。　Rosie　stuck　her　tongue　out　at　him。
　David　was　an　engineer；　and　he　had　an　engineer's　bluntness　and　lack　of　social　skills。　He　was　also　full　of　contradictions；　although　he　fussed　over　every　detail　of　his　work　and　appearance；　on　weekends　he　raced　a　dirt　bike；　often　ing　back　covered　in　mud。　He　shook　my　hand　enthusiastically。　〃I'm　very　glad　you're　here；　Jack。〃
　I　said；　〃Somebody's　going　to　have　to　tell　me　why　you're　all　so　glad　to　see　me。〃　Rosie　said；　〃Well；　it's　because　you　know　more　about　the　multi…agent　algorithms　that…〃
　〃I'm　going　to　show　him　around　first；〃　Ricky　said；　interrupting。　〃Then　we'll　talk。〃
　〃Why？〃　Rosie　said。　〃You　want　it　to　be　a　surprise？〃
　〃Hell　of　a　surprise；〃　David　said。
　〃No；　not　at　all；〃　Ricky　said；　giving　them　a　hard　look。　〃I　just　want　Jack　to　have　some　background　first。　I　want　to　go　over　that　with　him。〃
　David　looked　at　his　watch。　〃