"FWLS13" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

bits of medium from my storage bin.

"HOURS?" Fluki exclaimed. "I can't, dear. Benson wants me
to alpha test his latest triumph. Needta leave the pad to do
that."

"You boys and your silly games," I dismissed. "Now hold
still. Alright."

I took out a few peices which seemed to resemble Fluki's
body. Two spring-toy-things for the antennae... big basketball
head... rubberplast recycling can for the body, I'll spray paint
it green 'n white... plastic tubing legs and an actual pair of
sneakers. Hmm. No, ditch the sneakers, too realistic. What I
need are some misshapen wooden blocks.

"Got any wood lying around?" I asked, rooting through the
bin. Of course, I gotta wear my rubber gloves and goggles for
this. They've got other fun uses, but at the moment they're
perfect for sifting through medium.

"I could go collect the scrap from the hacked up door,"
Fluki suggested. "I'll grab them for you then head to Benson's."

"Okay," I absentmindedly said. "I hope they're of a decent
thickness--HEY!"

Too late. Couldn't sense him for two hundred feet around.
BOY, he runs fast when he wants to!

Poo. He's no fun when I'm trying to Create.

"Crash," said a noise from the window. I ran to the window,
sandals flopping, and peered out.

We live on the fifth story, so I get some great views of the
street occasionally and can almost see the horizon on the few
days each year when it's not raining. Some of my coolest work
has been done from looking at the rainbows... a lot of
C'atellians claim it never stops raining. I just say they're in
denial.

WOW! Head on land rover collision! An impressive one.
Lucky thing both drivers had driver's side, passenger's side,
left, right, roof, and floor airbags or there'd be some not-nice
carnage too. In fact, they're busy arguing right now. Hmmm.

Fluki claims that if someone bottled inspiration, they'd
make a million. I think it's just horrible to try and contain
something wild and free-spirited like that. Best let nature take