Аннотация
Philip K. Dick
CANTATA-141
1
The young couple, black-haired, dark-skinned, probably Mexican or Puerto Rican, stood nervously at Herb Lackmore's counter and the boy, the husband, said in a low voice, 'Sir, we want to be put to sleep. We want to become bibs.'
Rising from his desk, Lackmore walked to the counter and although he did not like Cols - there seemed to be more of them every month, coming into his Oakland branch office of the U.S.
Department on Special Public Welfare - he said in a pleasant tone of voice designed to reassure the two of them, 'Have you thought it over carefully, folks ? It's a big step. You might be out for, say, a few hundred years. Have you shopped for any professional advice about this ?'
The boy, glancing at his wife, swallowed and murmured, 'No, sir. We just decided between us.
Neither of us can get a job and we're about to be evicted from our dorm. We don't even own a wheel, and what can you do without a wheel ? ...
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