“Yht.SometimesIthinkthatifhumansweremadetotheimageandlikenessofGod,thenGodmaynotreallyuandtheinnerwsofthehumanmindortheirbehaviorandmotives.Ifmaniscleverenoughtocreatethebrilliantcivilizationthateventheircreatoradmires,whythendotheyatthesametimeisustrumentsthatcoulddestroytheirdazzlingcivilization?Sotheclusionmustbe,asyousaid,thathumanbeingsarenotveryrationanimals,butareastrangebinationofsemi-rationandsemi-mad.”
ThegenialpoliwipedhisfadsaidtoDimitri,“Youknow,inthisworldtherearesomeadultswhosemindneverfullymatured.Theyareverychildishinmanyways.Iftheadultsintheworldwerealllikethatandhadgunsintheirhandswhichtheythinkofastoys,agiamadworldthatwouldbe?Satheringupthesegunsbeforetheworldbeesquitemadaroythemall”.Dimitriughedandpattedthepoliontheshouldersaying,“That’sexactlywhatIwasthinking,bro.Guayoflifewhichweotlivewithoutandshouldbeusedonlyforselfdefeherewerenobadelementsinsociety,whydoweneedgunsatall?Yes,wereallydoogatherthemalltogetheraroythem…”
Dimitrirevertedbacktohisnormal,incurableoptimisticoutlook,withachildlikeéandsaid,“AhMr.Poli,it’sbeensoiingtalkingtoyouthatIhavefottenwhatIsetouttodo.IocrossovertotheothersideoftheBay.CouldyoutellmeifthereisaBARTstationaroundhere?”
“Ohyes.Thereisoafewblocksaway…”repliedthepoli.ThennotigthatDimitrihadawhiteeinhishandheimmediatelyofferedhisservicessaying,“Oh,youaredisabledsir.WouldyoulikemetohelpyoutotheBARTstation?”
“Ohno.Nothankyou”saidDimitri.“Youarebusy.Ifindmyownwaytherealright.”Hesaidgoodbyeandtogetherwithhistwoloyalservants,Imaginationaivity,wentonhiswaytotheBARTstation.Theimageofthebrightredflowerswayinginthebreezekeptpoppingupinhismind.Ifthatsingleflowerwasabletogeandquerthegarbagepile,thenperhapstwistingthemagicalswitpeople’sbraincouldcurethatpoisonousandmalignanthumansociety?
Walkingdowntheflightofstairs,DimitricametotheBARTstationandsawseveralpeoplelininguptobuyticketsfromtheticketvendor.Hesuddenlyrememberedthathehadnomoallonhim,sohowwashetopurchaseaticket?Turningtohistwoloyalservants,hesaid,
“IhavebeeutetoolongtorememberIneedcash.Doyouguyshaveanymoneyonyoutobuymeaticket?”Creativityshruggedandreplied,
“Howcouldwehaveanymoneyonus?Wehideintheairanddon’tevenwearclothes.”
“Whatwedo?”saidDimitriinaquandaryandpacedaroundnotknowingwhattodo.
“Don’tworry,KingDimitri”saidCreativity.“Thisisnobigdeal,I’llthinkofsomething.”Justthenayoungmanwearingrimlessgsseswalkedover.Hewaswelldressedandlookedlikeawhite-colrworkerfromsomebank.Creativityreachedintotheyoungman’spocketforhiswallet,opeandtookoutaBARTticket,whichhequicklyhaoDimitri.DimitriswipeditororyslotandsuccessfullygotintothestatiohenhaheusedtickettoCreativity,whorepceditinthewalletandslippeditbatotheman’spocket.Butwhentheyoungmaoswipetheticketagain,nothinghappehemaewouldnotraisethebartogranthimentry.Theyoungmantookhistickettothestatio’ssaying,
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