"FWLS22" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

muttered something about people who had no sense of beauty.

The Murfle got up and stomped over to the center of the
room, loading up his holodisc presentation.

The room went dark again, as various images of monster land
rovers and screaming, hairy men with beer dripping down thier
shirts coated the walls, with various grunts and yells of
approval filling the air.

"TESTOSTERONE! THE ODOR FOR THE MANLY MAN. NONE OF THAT
WUSSY FAG-PERFUME CRAP, THIS IS A SCENT FOR THE MAN THAT IS SO
MANLY HE BLEEDS SEMEN! GO GET A BOTTLE *NOW* -- IF YOU THINK
YOU'VE GOT THE *BALLS!*"

"I hate it," the female executive concluded. "Next?"

"Chicks," grumbled the Murfle, taking his prized disc out of
the drive as I assumed the position in the center of the room.

Well, it was looking good. They had rejected all the ones
so far. Was I a cinch to get it, or would they go for one of the
others, just to avoid mine?

"And your name is?"

"Umm. Smith. John Smith."

"And your concept?"

"Well, we call it - Cologne for Men, and our slogan is that
it'll make you smell good."

"Simple," the leader commented.

"Efficent."

"Cheap to produce!" the yes man added.

"I think it has merit," the female executive said,
retracting the point on her pen.

"Well, John, we're going to give it a shot. You do
understand that we'll be paying you fifty million credits for use
of the idea; is that a problem? You seem to be gagging."

"Urk. No. Not a problem at all," I said.

I'm not one for stories with deep, meaningful, Aesopesque
morals, so I'll just say... go figure.