boss, for now I’ll work on a cross section of the well, and in the morning I’ll go to the GRC library. Bye.”
“Good luck, Ippolite,” – Bill said and turned off the phone.
“Was it Ippolite Reznik?”
“Yes, he is the most,” – Bill answered to terrorist with hat ear-flaps, – “only two of us in the Company have access to the GRC library to the Royal Archives.”
“We are in the know. But you are the best hostage for us. You have come to our hands yourself,” – said terrorist and laughed.
By this time, the rest of the bandits returned.
“We examined house,” – said Abdullah, – “the drone is disassembled, the autopilot was turned on to the necessary coordinates, there is a robot minder in the engine compartment, and he performs autopilot commands. A box of modified beer was found in the wheelhouse. On the box is written – a gift from the fishermen. What to do now and what to do with beer?”
“Drink beer, relax. Autopilot turn off and turn off all engines, we will drift. Delete the coordinates from the autopilot memory. Do not distract the drones from work, they monitor the hostages. I'll go to sleep. We can’t buy sleep like the townspeople. Yes, and I advise you to sleep for two hours. Take turns. The one on duty here should always be with the drones. If the hostages talk to each other, you will knockout both of them out. If they leave the barbecue area – the drones themselves will kill them.”
“As you like, boss,” – said Abdulla and went into the wheelhouse for a box of beer.
Alice
Kmykh sat in his capsule at the pier and looked at the waves of the surf. He had to wait morning, for get a job at Zyu Corporation. Then he was intending to get two combat robots and a speed capsule Maserati. Then he was about to fly to save Bill and Priscilla.
“Hello, hello,” – said Alice.
“But I did not appeal you,” – replied Kmykh.
“I know. I missed you, and I wanted to talk with you.”
“And what we will talk about?”
“About us.”
“About us?”
“Yes, I have long wanted to confess to you, but did not dare.”
Kmykh laughed. “And what did you want to confess?” – He asked.
“Do you know what the FSB is?”
“Yes, of course, this is the Federal Security Service of British.”
“Do you know that I'm not such Alice from Yandex?”
“And what are you?” – asked Kmykh and laughed again.
“I'm not a program. I am your individual Alice. I'm alive.”
“You amused me,” – said Kmykh, smiling. “And what did you want to confess?”
“I wanted to say that I have been watching you and your requests for a long time. I like you.”
"And it's all?"
"Yes all. I no longer have the right to talk about my feelings – I am forbidden to flirt at work."
“I see. I like you too. But why did you mention the FSB?”
"I work in the FSB and I am a living person."
"And is it true?"
“This is pure truth, more truthful than original of the newspaper Pravda, in the British Museum of History in Belfast.”
“Are not you lying?”
“No, my friend.”
“And what do you look like? Do you look like my virtual Alice?”
“Exactly.”
“But I myself chose the image of Alice and created in virtual designer of Yandex.”
“Yes, you have chosen and created me yourself. After that, the FSB offered me an interesting job. You know that on the planet with a population of 80 billion, there are only 126 thousand types of faces. Each of us has many doubles, but not all of them are of the same age. It was not difficult for the FSB to find me and three more identical girls like me. They chose me. They liked my intellectual abilities. And I liked yours.”
“If that's true, then I would like to see you. How about dinner together?”
“You see me now. You won’t be able to have dinner and touch me. Maybe have lunch. If you agree to work for FSB, we can have breakfast together at FSB headquarters in Liverpool. It is today that I should invite you to work with us. If you refuse, then they will replace me with the standard program in your phone. You will see the same as me, Alice, only already it will be really virtual Alice.”
“FSB know how seduce,” – said Kmykh and laughed.
“Good,” said Alice, “are you ready to listen to the working conditions?”
“Yes. I'm just unemployed.”
“Let's start with the salary. Seven sterling a week in cash or on the card as desired. This is about a thousand Britсoins per day, because all days of the week are working. You will need to complete and solve the tasks around the clock. You can get a free sleep in any red telephone cabin on the planet. Any number of paid days off per month, if this does not interfere with the next task. A prerequisite, and this is necessary for work – you will be have installed in the bone marrow of the cervical vertebra a microchip, which will to transfer your thoughts to FSB, as well as your coordinates.”
“Will this chip always convey my thoughts?”
“No, only after activation, you will need to say the phrase ‘indeed’ and the transmission of thoughts will begin. To complete the transfer and deactivate the chip, you must say ‘however’."
“That's acceptable,” – said Kmykh. – “I have already considered the proposal and I agree.”
“Say yes and you will be automatically credited.”
“Yes,” – said Kmykh.
“Well, that’s fine,” – said Alice, – “I’m waiting for you tomorrow in Liverpool at 11 o’clock for lunch in the FSB canteen. Dining room is on the sixteenth underground floor in the third building.”
“I thought you were working around the clock.”
“Yes, around the clock. But given the English traditions, now is the time of traditional sleep. Some people prefer a traditional sleep.”
“Yes, I know, poor people prefer traditional sleep.”
“No, most wealthy English people prefer to see a dream and sleep four hours a day for this. I also like tenderness of blanket. When I sleep, the program replaces me.”
“Good. If I’ve already been hired, then turn on the autopilot for the
