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

its own course, as it is now.

*

"What?" the junk dealer said.

"I need two old car bodies," I said, waving a slightly wet
blueprint in his face. Okay, so I wrote it on a McSpackle's
hamburger wrapper. It's a blueprint in spiritual essence, or
something.

"Any kind?" the dealer asked.

"The least rusty ones you've got. One a sensible box-like
car, another one of those custom creative jobbies."

"Pretty specific order," the dealer said, taking out a
notepad. It's a good thing a C'atellian invented waterproof
paper and pens, or nothing would get done around here. "Want me
to gift wrap 'em too?"

"Make sure the custom one is wrecked, and the other's in
good shape. Oh, and do you have a helicopter? I need these
airlifted to the fifth floor loft of a building."

The man blinked. "What?"

*

"What?"

"Any old newspapers you can spare. And if you have any
computer printout of stock quotes and such, I'd like that too."

"Honey, this is the recycling center," the woman said over
the desk. "We USE that stuff. We don't give it away."

"But you SEEE," I whined, "It WILL be used. I'm reusing it
like nature intended, and for a good use."

"Namely?"

"Art!"

*

"Portable pavement?" the worker said, confused.

"Just like a six foot by twenty foot slab of road paving," I
said. "With those neato yellow lines if you can paint them on."