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

long as they didn't mind sweeping up the broken glass afterwards.
Gotta love the Geek.

The judges went down the aisles, clipboards of doom neatly
tucked under an armpit, ready to determine your artistic fate.

"You are?"

"Mrs. Beatrice Weadpea," the kindly old lady said.

"And this is?" one of the judges said, poking at the odd
foam figurine on my left.

"I call it 'Plush Doof'. It's a free-form Nerf sculpture of
President Doofman," the lady who made it said. "I've been
working on foam statues for quite awhile. I started because I
tend to be a bit clumsy, and kept ruining my marble and rock
statues when moving them around. These just bounce a bit, and
can even pick up some spills if I'm out of towels."

The judges frowned a bit, gave the usual noncommital shrugs
and made mad little tapping noises on the clipboards. Since this
was being sponsored by MurfTech, the judges were naturally using
Murflan writing, which was just a bunch of weird dot
arrangements. Normal pens wouldn't do, since they made lines, so
special ones had been developed.

"You are?"

"Eroki Mikki."

"And this?" another judge asked as the pack of authority
figures moved down the line to mine.

"It's untitled. This is a material sculpture showing how
big business and conformity crushes the creative spirit within,"
I said. "There are many symbols involved."

"Care to explain any?"

"No. Find 'em yourself," I said grumpily.

"Something wrong?"

"Relationship breakup," I replied. "I'm in the anger stage
at the moment."

"Alright," the judge shrugged. They seemed to be very good
at shrugging. And making little dot marks. The judges moved
onward.