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Museum of Ideas, Exhibit Three
© 2022 by Walter Reimer
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Ahro
Objectivist idea suggested by
EOCostello, blame where due
Fuji glanced up as the apartment door opened and a haggard, tired-looking mare walked in. “Are you all right, Merry?” the Komodo monitor asked as he got out of his seat.
Meredith let the bull embrace her and guide her to a comfortable chair, and she sat there, head tipped back and looking at the ceiling, as her mate brought her a glass of fruit juice. “Deus, that was the toughest one yet,” she muttered before drinking deeply. “Ah, that’s better.”
“What was it this time? You were in the simulator for more than three hours.”
The mare blinked at him. “Really?” He showed her the clock on his padd, and she winced. “Deus.”
“How many times did you and Varan die?” Fuji asked. She was taking another drink, and she held up three fingers, then two. “Must’ve been rough. Dragons? Demons?”
Meredith finished her juice. “Nothing like that. We were trapped in a room with this gray feline, who just talked.”
“Talked?”
“On and on. We couldn’t get him to stop talking. Even if we lopped his head off, he wouldn’t shut up. We finally started resorting to mutual suicide to get out of there, but it kept resetting.” She huffed a sigh and ran a paw through her mane. “I think he was talking about some philosophy that’s based on selfishness.”
“Selfishness?”
“Deus, he was certainly being a good example of it, taking up all our time like that. Oh, thanks Fuji,” she said as the monitor took her empty glass and brought her a refill. He bent over her as he gave her the glass, and they shared a kiss before he retreated to his seat. “I finally managed to figure out the object of his lecture, something about a city transit system or something like that,” and she shook her head again, “and as soon as I said so, he let us go. After all that, I just saved it and got the hell out of there.”
“You look tired.”
“I am.” She sniffed. “I stink, too.”
“No you don’t,” Fuji declared. “You always smell good.”
She smiled at him. “Flatterer.”
“Well, my love,” the monitor said, “I’m going to suggest something selfish.”
“Oh?”
He nodded. “I’m going to make dinner for both of us – “
“Oh?”
“Give you a rubdown – “
“Ooh.”
“Then a nice hot soak in the tub – “
“Both of us?”
“Uh-huh. And then the latest episode of Monsoon Poultry Hospital,” Fuji said, “before I take you to bed.”
“I like this plan,” she chuckled, before her ears swiveled. “But how is that selfish?”
“I get you all to myself.”
“Won’t you share with me?”
Fuji grinned.
© 2022 by Walter Reimer
Thumbnail art by
AhroObjectivist idea suggested by
EOCostello, blame where dueFuji glanced up as the apartment door opened and a haggard, tired-looking mare walked in. “Are you all right, Merry?” the Komodo monitor asked as he got out of his seat.
Meredith let the bull embrace her and guide her to a comfortable chair, and she sat there, head tipped back and looking at the ceiling, as her mate brought her a glass of fruit juice. “Deus, that was the toughest one yet,” she muttered before drinking deeply. “Ah, that’s better.”
“What was it this time? You were in the simulator for more than three hours.”
The mare blinked at him. “Really?” He showed her the clock on his padd, and she winced. “Deus.”
“How many times did you and Varan die?” Fuji asked. She was taking another drink, and she held up three fingers, then two. “Must’ve been rough. Dragons? Demons?”
Meredith finished her juice. “Nothing like that. We were trapped in a room with this gray feline, who just talked.”
“Talked?”
“On and on. We couldn’t get him to stop talking. Even if we lopped his head off, he wouldn’t shut up. We finally started resorting to mutual suicide to get out of there, but it kept resetting.” She huffed a sigh and ran a paw through her mane. “I think he was talking about some philosophy that’s based on selfishness.”
“Selfishness?”
“Deus, he was certainly being a good example of it, taking up all our time like that. Oh, thanks Fuji,” she said as the monitor took her empty glass and brought her a refill. He bent over her as he gave her the glass, and they shared a kiss before he retreated to his seat. “I finally managed to figure out the object of his lecture, something about a city transit system or something like that,” and she shook her head again, “and as soon as I said so, he let us go. After all that, I just saved it and got the hell out of there.”
“You look tired.”
“I am.” She sniffed. “I stink, too.”
“No you don’t,” Fuji declared. “You always smell good.”
She smiled at him. “Flatterer.”
“Well, my love,” the monitor said, “I’m going to suggest something selfish.”
“Oh?”
He nodded. “I’m going to make dinner for both of us – “
“Oh?”
“Give you a rubdown – “
“Ooh.”
“Then a nice hot soak in the tub – “
“Both of us?”
“Uh-huh. And then the latest episode of Monsoon Poultry Hospital,” Fuji said, “before I take you to bed.”
“I like this plan,” she chuckled, before her ears swiveled. “But how is that selfish?”
“I get you all to myself.”
“Won’t you share with me?”
Fuji grinned.
Category Story / General Furry Art
Species Horse
Size 71 x 120px
File Size 47.8 kB
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