alberto was casually scanning the personal ads in his local weekly newsfeed when a curious one caught his eye.
men! - marriage lottery , it read. enter to win a wife - only one dollar!
there was a link, presumably to this lottery, but no other contact information.
alberto was seated in a coffee shop around the corner from the welfare office.
the coffee shop was small, with only five tables and a counter where a troglodyte-3 dispensed the coffee . a few small pastries were also for sale.
there was one other patron in the coffee shop, a neanderthal seated two tables away from alberto.
my friend, alberto addressed the neanderthal, how would you like to earn a free cup of coffee?
i would like it very much, i have been sitting here all day waiting for someone to offer me one.
do you have a phone?
of course i have a phone.
a free one, provided by the department?
what else would i have?
very well, go into today’s personal ads in the city gazette and find the one for men! - marriage lottery, and click on the link it shows.
why do you not do it yourself?
i am a billionaire in disguise - and i do not want the u b tracking my every curious impulse. you are only a neanderthal, and neither the u b nor anything or anybody else cares what you think or do.
i would not be so sure of that - or that that they are not tracking your every impulse, curious or not. in any event, it is not a very nice thing to say, that nobody cares what i think or do.
do you want the cup of coffee or not?
buy me a chocolate cupcake too.
deal! now, just go in to the city gazette page and bring up the personal ads.
i want my coffee and donut first.
why, don’t you trust me?
i know what you humans are like. i have been down this road before.
the troglodyte-3 behind the counter had been following the conversaton between alberto and the neanderthal with rapt interest, and at a nod from alberto asked the neanderthal, how would you like your coffee?
at that moment, the door of the coffee shop opened and a gust of rain blew in, followed by two members of the security police, in their trademark gray trench coats and dark brown fedoras.
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