“And I wish to work on a real computer,” Bugayev went on, wishful. Jones laughed quietly. “So, buy yourself one.” “Buy a computer?” “Sure, we got a couple of little ones, Apples, on Dallas. Cost you about, oh, two thousand for a nice system. That’s a lot less than what a car goes for.” “A computer for two thousand dollars?” Bugayev went from wishful to suspicious, certain that Jones was leading him on. “Or less. For three grand you can get a really nice rig. Hell, you tell Apple who you are, and they’ll probably give it to you for free, or the navy will. If you don’t want an Apple, there’s the
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