Eastern Standard
Eastern Standard Tribe
作者：Doctorow, Cory, 1971-
体例：题 章数：77
字数：245,778 来源：Project Gutenberg
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- 篇幅分布
- 平均每题 3,191 字。
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章节目录
共 77 题- Eastern Standard Tribe
- Cory Doctorow
- Copyright 2004 Cory Doctorow
- Tor Books, March 2004
- ISBN: 0765307596
- 1. Definitions
- 5. Representations, Warranties and Disclaimer
- 7. Termination
- 8. Miscellaneous
- Dedication
- Cory
- Junta: Hey, I resemble that remark
- Trepan: /shitlist Gink-Go
- Gink-Go: <shitlisted>
- Gink-Go: <shitlisted>
- Gink-Go: <shitlisted>
- Gink-Go: <shitlisted>
- Gink-Go: <shitlisted>
- Gink-Go: <shitlisted>
- Gink-Go: <shitlisted>
- Trepan: /join #autocounsel
- Trepan: /join #EST.chatter
- Trepan: /private Junta It's a deal
- His comm rang, giving him a moment to gather his cover story. "Hello?"
- Art solemnly crossed his heart. "Who else do you know in the biz?"
- I go off to prospect for bigger rocks.
- Linda was wide-eyed, halfway behind Art. "It's fine."
- Les shook his hand. "I'm Les. These are my friends, Tony and Tom."
- Ballgravy: Ass ass ass
- Colonelonic: Shut up, Bgravy
- Ballgravy: Blow me
- Ballgravy: Whatever -- all the ones I've met have been tight-ass pricks
- Ballgravy: Enough
- Ballgravy: No
- Ballgravy: No
- Ballgravy: Around 10
- Ballgravy: Queens
- Colonelonic: Queens==ass
- Trepan: Ass ass ass
- Ballgravy: Fuck you both
- Colonelonic: Nicely done
- Trepan: Like I said, waiting for the cops
- Colonelonic: But why are you there in the first place
- Trepan: /private Colonelonic Yeah. Can't really say much more, you understand
- Trepan: /private Colonelonic That's pretty rad, anyway
- Ballgravy: Homos
- Colonelonic: I've gotta go anyway
- Trepan: See ya
- He's entangled in the lie. "Yes. I have an appointment tomorrow."
- God. "It's fine, Gran. How are you?"
- A sigh. "How am I? On this day, how am I?"
- Linda smiles and then purses her lips. "Unrehearsed enough?"
- Art shakes his head. "Wow. What a story."
- Fede grunted. "You don't think it'll be too obvious?"
- Fede winced. "I hate tazers."
- I could, but I won't. Maybe I don't want to go back just yet.
- The doctor looked away. "It's in the protocol -- we find it there."
- The doctor ignored them. "But tell us *why* you think you ended up here."
- Art smiled. "Exactly!"
- Fede cocked an eyebrow at him. "What are you talking about?"
- Art waved his hands confusedly. "You're joking, right?"
- Fede quirked him half a smile. "Sure, the Tribes."
- Fede lost his nasty smile. "There's loyalty and then there's loyalty."
- His back went "pop."
- I grimace. "I'm afraid I did a real number on it," I say. "Sorry about that."
- A doctor looms over me. "How are you feeling, Art?"
- He continued to kiss his way up her thigh. "Only..."
- I can't help smiling. "Truer words," I say. "But harsh."
- I get excited. "Is this your *professional* opinion?"
- He grimaces. "Right, right. They like their meds. Are your parents alive?"
- Linda sighed. "Let me comm you the address, OK?"
- I sat up abruptly and scrubbed at my eyes. "Audie?" I asked.
- I asked. The nurse looked at a comm for a while, then shook her head.
- I didn't even have a chance to talk to Gran.
- I am: sprung.
- Acknowledgements
- Bio