Eli tossed the ****** novel aside; a radical tale
of painters in the far future when paint itself
would be illegal; arms dealers, drug traffickers,
*** workers gathering in dark interstellar holes
bored into passing comets & orbiting meteors
docking illegally at satellite ports & unloading
chemicals frozen into place by the artists
who can never let their identities be known;
all colors on earth are registered & trade marked
by the Beast's Corporation & so Space Art is
highly sought & lucrative but lethal as it can
made to explode w/ enough energy & radiation
to leave a small planet barren for millions of years;
the Beast is reasonably worried as Space Art, or
Action Painting [after the ancient school] is wildly
popular & traded openly for billions of dollars;
the Beast may be able to keep everyone stupid
& greedy but Art liberates them into heights of
ecstasy & kindled wisdom; freedom of thought
the last frontier no one suspected & so abrogated
their intelligence & imagination to fembots
     who pump their heads full of colorful action sequences;
the illegal paintings too stiff,   just stand or lean
& look back                       at one w/out blinking
& the female-computer-network unable to bear the silence,
initiates automatic shut-down of itself;         femportals
           abandoned on stations where the painted images
          projected on microcells to the clandestine buyers,
                 spread as an unseen mist through the various
                                             artificial environments;
                  the distant star                     paint miners
                  smoking up a storm & using steam-powered
                                                               fembots
                                      to mine for their oil & charcoal;
                                       Eli putting on the kettle for tea,
thinks about the fembots in the novel & calling a *******
demands she not speak; the girl arriving naked in stockings