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

You know, watching these guys at works is kinda fun. It
reminds you that no matter how crummy your life is, there's
someone even more miserable than you out there.

Whoever designed this wall of tubes, chutes, slots and
buttons must have been certifiably insane. There was no order or
pattern to them at all : tube shot out at odd angles, chutes
sometimes didn't go down, buttons were of varying sizes, with
varying writing styles on them. Every single orifice on the wall
was spewing out identical white forms with thousands of carefully
placed black dots on them.

"Here you are, B:768 stroke alpha, Permission to use
Domesticated Animals for Mating Acts."

"No, I need a B:76*SEVEN* stroke alpha. Request for a
Citizen ID Request Form," I said, reciting the title more or less
from memory.

"You want a form, you get a form. Now piss off," the clerk
said, pushing the AutoEject Button, as I rematerialized out in
the hall. Whoever made those had a good idea, since I'm sure
many a person would be happy to lunge at those weenies' throats
sooner than leave.

Okay, so I've got an eight instead of a seven. If I add on
another dot to the eight it'll be a seven. The rest of the
form's bunk anyway, as the typeset is slightly off, changing this
from a Mating Acts form into a shopping list for a bathtub full
of ceramic tile and a zebra. Take out my handy DotWand and poke
an extra dot under the eight. There, a B:767 stroke alpha.

I stepped into the Personnel Transit Booth, disoriented
myself and landed somewhere near Request Form Requests. Turn
left, turn left, straight, third door. I tapped the pad slowly,
in case there was any more perverted activity inside.

"This had better be Request Form Requests," I said to the
one clerk behind the desk.

"It is," he said. "How can we help you?"

I looked around the room. "We?"

"Yes, me and my twin brother Normal. He's the one in the
purple chair."

"There isn't any purple chair here, nutboy."