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

"Hey, you passed me," the Ytt to the right of me commented.
"Prrgy T'wliiwa. What about my sculpture?"

"Where is it?" one of the judges asked.

"I call it 'The Meaning of Life'. It's right here, in this
six foot by six foot square," he said, carefully walking around
an expanse of air measured off with tape marks on the floor.
"See, it represents the meaning of life, as it is transparent to
the living eye, and can never be uncovered. The sculpture has
been rendered invisible, through a special electronic feild."

"Where's the machine that makes the field?"

"It's invisible too. Neat, huh?"

"But I'm walking around where you say this sculpture is," a
judge said, stepping around the square carefully surrounded by
tape, "And I'm not bumping into anything."

"That's the catch, yousee," Prrgy said. "The meaning of
life is right in front of you, but nobody can see or feel it. It
exists, but not in any way we can think of, and thus we cannot
determine it from mere senses of touch and sight."

The judges shrugged, but a bit more positively, and moved
onward as they made little dots.

"That true?" I asked the artist.

"Naah," he said. "I just like to play with people's minds."

I liked this guy's approach, I have to admit.

*

It was only a minute or so until judging, and I was still
depressed. The anger had faded, reverting me back to the
depression phase of adjustment. I hope this isn't an infinite
loop of some kind.

Here I was, possibly at a great turning point in my life,
and my soulmate as it were wasn't here. Poo. It wasn't fair,
really. The whole argument lasted all of thirty seconds. It
shouldn't have to end this way.

If there's a god of true love... no, make that a god of
love... or even a god of let's just be friends, PLEASE let him
show up!