Аннотация
William Gibson
Zero history
1. CABINET
Inchmale hailed a cab for her, the kind that had always been black, when she’d first known this city.
Pearlescent silver, this one. Glyphed in Prussian blue, advertising something German, banking services or business software; a smoother simulacrum of its black ancestors, its faux-leather upholstery a shade of orthopedic fawn.
“Their money’s heavy,” he said, dropping a loose warm mass of pound coins into her hand. “Buys many whores.” The coins still retained the body heat of the fruit machine from which he’d deftly wrung them, almost in passing, on their way out of the King’s Something.
“Whose money?”
“My countrymen’s. Freely given.”
“I don’t need this.” Trying to hand it back.
“For the cab.” Giving the driver the address in Portman Square.
“Oh Reg,” she said, “it wasn’t that bad. I had it in money markets, most of it.”
“Bad as anything else. Call him.”
“No.”
“Call hi...
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