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

"Well, I can, but how are you going to MOVE it around?"

"Leave that to me."

*

"Geek!" I said into my holophone back at the loft. A teeny
3-D piccy of my nerdy but really sweet pal popped on the screen.
"Know those favors you owe me for helping you with your love
life?"

"Yeah?" his partially-cracked voice responded.

"I need a working traffic light which blinks randomly, and a
helicopter. Plus a few guys to take out my south wall."

"Okay," he said. That's Geek for you. Doesn't question
what you say, works patiently and efficently. Unlike some guys I
know.

"Good. How soon can you have it ready?"

*

First step was to knock out my south wall. A few guys
popped up with Geek palying foreman the next day, while Fluki was
out playing ping pong or something. Fortunately they brought
axes and jackhammers and such, and I lent a hand with my ball-
peen hammer. One of them suggested this was Man's Work, so I
bopped him one with the hammer. When he came to, he was pretty
quiet.

Geek set up a mini-force feild to block out the rain from
the opening. Geek's nice that way, he knows his way with
electronics and has connections to people who do know in case he
doesn't.

The helicopter showed up earlier, and air-lifted the
pavement, two cars, and light in. I cliked the force feild on
'opaque' mode in case anybody was spying on my Work.

I had to admit, it came out GREAT.

The road was painted with the two yellow lines, and a few
others I added going in a variety of directions, some ending
abruptly, to symbolise man's many choices of destiny. The light
blinked on and off randomly, all four lightbulbs painted red to
show that the government wants you to stop the creative flow.