"Stefan Gagne - Space Patrol" - читать интересную книгу автора (A Future We'd Like to See)

The basement hadn't been dusted in about ten years. A layer of filth
covered most of the tables and chairs, as well as the exposed electronics
and computer parts. It has been said that geniuses are absent minded. This
is not true. They simply go about their household chores in a different
way. For instance, instead of buying a vacuum cleaner, Twerp invented a
revolutionary new kind of microprocessor that was powered by teflon and
couldn't gather dust.

The basements appearance itself rarely changed as well, aside from the
addition and subtraction of new electronics projects. The sole wall
decoration consisted of a diagrammed poster of an IBM PS/2. However, this
was a very special day indeed, for time was taken to invent a new
room-decorating robot that would hang up paper streamers and signs. All the
ribbons were mangled and the signs were backwards, which shows how much
effort was put into programming the robot. If the signs were right side up,
they'd probably read CONGRADULATIONS ON YOUR GRADUATION, TWERP AND QWERTY.

"CANNONBALL!" shouted a high pitched but enthusiastic voice from the
top of the basement stairs. At that moment, a short purple alien in a red
graduation gown threw his hat across the air (where a revolutionary new
kind of self-moving hat rack caught it) and jumped head first down the
stairs. He hit a well- placed set of mattresses and bounced into a chair. A
second purple alien slid down the armrail and darted off to the small
climate-controlled refrigerator for some soda.

"We did it, Twerp!" Qwerty shouted, pounded a table in glee. "We
graduated! No more dull lessons and pointless Phys Ed classes! The world is
our shrimp!"

"Oyster," corrected Twerp, popping open the sodas with a mechanically
enhanced bottle opener.

"Whatever," Qwerty shrugged. "It's on to Murf Tech for us!"

"Err..." said Twerp, face falling. "I had meant to tell you about
that..."

"What?"

"I didn't get accepted to Murf Tech."

Pause. "WHAT?" Qwerty shouted. "But... come on Twerp, you've got the
IQ of a genius and you know more about electronics than Einstein. How come
they wouldn't accept you?"

"I... didn't have enough work experience," he sighed. "They want
people who have held part time jobs."

"But that means I'll be starting my freshman year without you!" Qwerty