8.6: The Manifesto of the Bradford Boys
As he agreed, pTravis steps outside the Potting Shed to parlay with his former friend. And of course, Lottie immediately squeezes through the shutting door to be with him. pTravis suddenly realises that he wishes Fabian were here too. Perhaps it will come to that. “Come on ’Gillo, what’s this all about? And what is this army?” “Well you know we all call the workshop in the under-drawing of the Potting Shed the ‘Orc Pits’? I’ve taken that a little more seriously. You may not even have noticed my absence, but I have been below you all, for days!, toiling in the cellars, while you feasted on vegetables and fruit, like decadent idiots. These are my Spronge-orcs or Sponge-bots! No, they are Sponge-borgs! Part machine. Part organic matter! I’ve made a myth to kill a myth, as Wilfrid Sellars promised. They are here to sweep aside the foreign faith we suddenly acquired in the Order of the Sponge!” “But how were you able to create them?” Lottie sounds genuinely surprised and impressed. “Wel...
