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A Future We'd Like to See 1.13 - Tales of the Rainy City
Act III
By Twoflower (Copyright 1993)

That event really BLED negative vibes, man. It was, like,
totally stressful. It's not everyday my boyfriend is being
hunted down by a murderer. Now, if he was attacked on a daily
basis, maybe I could cope with it. But certainly NOT a single
time.

Really, I guess that's what my main problem was. All that
bad karma must have affected me, because I couldn't put together
a SINGLE sculpture in the time afterwards. And the MurfTech-
sponsored C'atellian Art Compo was only three days away! I
couldn't, like, withdraw from the contest, I had already entered.

I looked over my most recent attempt. I painted a pair of
shoes death mauve, and made a cheap skeleton to fill them out of
tinfoil and styrofoam. I added a beat-up attache case I found in
the dumpsters a week back, a nice plaid tie, and a hat painted
blood red. I called it The Man. It symbolised big business,
selling out, hypocrites, etc. But... but... it didn't SOAR,
dammit! It was too obvious, too lacking in class. I took my
handy project disposal unit (a ball-peen hammer) and recycled it,
tossing the parts back into my main bin of art medium.

"Fluki!" I shouted to my soon-to-be-hubby-once-he-gets-over-
this-fear-of-commitment-thing. "Help!"

His antennae poked around the corner to pense my feelings at
the moment, so he'd know if he had to duck a flying chunk of
medium. Sensing disappointment but not much else, he walked in.
"Something wrong, dollink?"

I grabbed the cheap plastic stool I had gotten from the city
dump and dropped it in the center of my studio. "Here, sit."

"Any reason?"

"I need a model."

"Should I take my clothes off?" Fluki joked. I just rolled
my eyes, and waited for him to have a seat.

"Okay. Now, like, give me... ANGER. No. Anger's bad.
Not-good vibes. How about... surprise? No! Confusion. Good."

"How long do I gotta sit here?"

"Just a few hours," I said, dragging out the first twelve