"FWLS57" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)A Future We'd Like to See 1.57 - Bloodlines, Act III
By Stefan "Twoflower" Gagne (Copyright 1994) "I may be synthetic, but I'm not stupid." - Bishop, _Aliens_ I finished the last bite of my hamburger, just as the sun sank completely below the horizon. "A very good hamburger, pappa-san," I said, grinning up to father. He smiled back, balling up the napkin he had just finished using and tossing it into a nearby basket. I mimicked him, crumpling my napkin up into a tiny ball, and letting it fly. The hit the rim of the basket and bounced away, rolling to a stop on the padded mats. Father confined a laugh. "It is nothing to worry about, Sarah Ann-chan. Napkins hardly make good weapons anyhow." "Why spatulas, father?" I asked. "I realize that they are the perfect weapon, but how did you come to this conclusion?" "It was the only thing handy," he said. "A criminal had entered my working establishment and demanded monies. I was hot spatula, which I used to burn him and drive him off. We saved quite a lot of money that night. I started experimenting around with the spatula, various ways it could be used... and, well, that was that." I nodded, memorizing his words as I did any other preachings. "Father, are you serious that one day I'll be the master of Wae Spat?" "There must always be at least one, or the way is lost," he nodded. "I grow older each day, as do you, but I have sort of a headstart. In the eventual event of my passing, I would like you to take over and show our art to the masses. Too many people pass it off as gimmick or cheap movie stunts." "I will do that, father... only... am I really your daughter?" Father paused. "Of course, Sarah Ann-chan. What would make you think of a thing like that?" "This," I said, pulling off my arm and showing it to him, tape and all. |
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