Rhodas Restaurant
It’s the year 4000 and chef Shapid Gu uses her Mac to create images of meals to enable customers to magically produce them right in front of them on their table, once they’ve transferred money magically by their minds into the restaurant’s bank account to pay for these images. No customer can conjure up food without being given ideas first - that's what restaurants are for. Everyone can do magic now 'cos it’s taught at school, and Shapid’s long, shining dark brown hair can be seen through the flapping kitchen doors from the cash desk where Tarri stands ordering a broccoli carrot flan. She then chooses a table and magically creates her meal right in front of her from the image she just bought. Taking off her hoodie, she starts to eat and gets chatting to those sat at the next table. Puina is studying for a BA in Poetry and Sum-Their is studying for a BA in Health. Disability Studies degrees were disbanded long ago when all conditions were cured: cancer, MND, paralysis and cerebral palsy, and people today can do magic and some can even fly.
My meal an image
No card to pay, no cooking
Magi-money fine
Tarri leaves but her airzoom is parked near the garages were all the overweight people hang out criticising social norms, and Patra bets Zeggri that he can’t buy fries from Rhoda’s. By this time in history, we tax obese and overweight people 10% of income per 14kg that they’re over weight, and it works. Tarri is sat in her car about to start the engine when she remembers she’s left her hoodie at Rhoda’s, so she begins to walk back for it. She follows the gang who are heading there too, jesting and joking rudely about something, and so they enter first. Everyone hears them order fries because this is illegal by law court, and Tarri pauses once she finds her hoodie. The server at the cash desk refers the matter back to good old Shapid Gu.
Divisions but space
For back talk and rejection
But love must prevail
The reply from Shapid Gu is no. Patra pipes up “But your combinations of food are really nice and I would respect you if I could just enjoy some fries?“ So Shapid Gu’s anger boils up, because illness has been fought, not abated, and everyone should be as healthy as they can. She refuses them fries again, saying that they can buy an avocado and sweetcorn salad, 'cos they should really be respecting their taxes and thinking of how best to lose weight. That would be right.
No fries no lies, ties
We claim health for all folks clear
Taxes fair, honoured
Copyright © Dominique Webb | Year Posted 2016
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