"FWLS19" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

"Alright, we've got our yellow vinegrowers, the pink ones
which make you sick, some violent ones here and a light blue fig.
Which do we try first?"

"I hate being a human guinea pig. Alright, violet, it's my
favorite color."

I fired up the bunsen burner and one of the violet leaves
over the flame, both of us inhaling the smoke. Kinda smooth, in
that you're not hacking to death, but not much else.

"Negative on that one. Better put it in the log," I said,
waving away fumes.

"Give it a minute, these things usually take time to kick
in," Zephyr suggested as the blue booth materialized outside the
hut.

We both blinked.

"Could this be it?" I wondered aloud. "Kinda odd though,
it's fully formed, non-transparent and is even giving off an odd
hum. What's a 'Police Box'?"

"Don't ask me," Zephyr said, shaking his head. He reached
out of the shoddy hut doorframe and touched it. "Whaoh! Solid
material. Or at least my mind thinks it is. Hang on."

Zephyr walked towards the booth, and pressed against the
side. "Nope, can't walk through it. I wonder--"

The door opened slightly, and Zephyr fell inside. A man in
a coat and scarf stepped out, adjusting his hat.

"Terribly sorry about that. Did I disturb you?" the man
asked in a thick Terran english accent.

"Not really. And what might your name be, figment?"

"Figment? I think you have me mixed up with someone else,
I'm just the Doctor. Care for a jellybaby?"

"A what?" I asked. "Some sort of narcotic?"

"Well, I like them a bit, but I wouldn't throw it that far,"
he said, taking one out of a small bag and eating it. "Will you
friend be picking himself off the Tardis floor sometime soon?"

"Geez..." Zephyr said, peeling himself off the ground.