Zoomben Shapini DESTROYS reverse-racist bridge golem with facts and LOGIC.
"Let’s just say, for the sake of argument, Zoombiniville was promised to the Zoombinis 3000 years ago. And further yet, let’s say that it’s obviously called Zoombiniville because there are no non-Zoombinis living there . . . "
The reality of this machine stands in opposition to the idealized image, manufacturing bubbles with such stark efficiency as to give no hint of joy or wonder. Arrows adorned with caricatures of zamboni phrenology float along the bubbles’ paths. The implication is clear: this odd construct was designed to process and sort zambonis by crude analysis of their physical features.
Nearby glyphs inform the zambonis that riding a bubble would allow them to cross safely.
The zambonis are hesitant, for who can trust a conveyance that gives such weight to one’s appearance, but it seems to be the only way forward.
Poor zamboni. Poor, hopeful zamboni. The system was designed for zambonis to use, but not for their benefit. The moment freedom is in reach, this cruel machine changes its criteria, leaving its captive adrift. Stranded but always in motion, perpetually allowing for a sliver of hope, a hope rooted in the assumption that movement implies progress and that a zamboni needs only wait for the system to let him pass. It never will. This system ensnares zambonis, shunting them from checkpoint to capricious checkpoint until, finally, the zamboni either runs out of air, or the waning surface tension of the bubble causes it to burst.
The trapped zamboni cries for the others to join him, for it will surely not be long now before he makes landfall. But his friends have no way to reach him without entering the system themselves. There is nothing they can do for him now.
This is high art.
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