"FWLS10" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

be nice and kind and sweet and sharing and loving and caring and
hugging and kissing and conversing and giving and benevolent and
ARGH!! Thank goodness the programming finally got yanked off the
air (it was pirate HV, after all), but the few parents that don't
bother screening their kids upbringing paid the price. Now we
have almost an entire generation of kind, thoughtful Murfles.
They're just as sappy as Humans now!

But the Leader says we gotta pity 'em, because they didn't
have the decent upbringing we had. There's no reason to hate
them just because they're emotionally handicapped. I don't
really hate them, I guess, they're just annoying at times, like
this guy right here.

"I mean, I tried to turn down my TV like the Super said,"
the Barneyite whined, pausing occasionally to adjust his glasses.
"But he just kept complaining and complaining and then evicted
me."

He's got a legit complaint, bigotry by a housing offical,
code 4563. It's just the tone of his voice that's nagging at my
nerves.

"What's your Supe's name and personal ID number?" I said,
giving my filing cabinet a savage kick. The top drawer slid
open. It always sticks on days with high pollution count.

"It's Quirk, I think," the Barneyite said. "I don't know
his ID number. Sorry, really."

"Don't apologize," I snapped. "Shows weakness."

"Sorry I apologized."

I paused a minute and went through the counting-down-from-
ten ritual all workers at the Office of Barneyite Rights and
Justice had to learn. It takes expensive training to be able to
emotionally deal with a Barneyite without damaging them
emotionally, training not every worker gets.

"Damn. Can't do diddley without an ID number," I said,
kicking the cabinet again to shut the drawer. "Look, Fork--"

"Err, that's Spork, please."

"Spork, whatever. I'm gonna give you a three-day pass for
Homeless Shelter 6a. If I can't find your Super's ID number or
if he refuses to comply with demands to let you back in, I'll
find you an empty house somewhere in the 'burbs, where you can
live with your own kind."