Life as Art.

Dave Norris had been cleaning the inner city park of litter for just over a decade. He often joked with his wife and two grown up daughters that he should just take the cheque offered by the World Government and let himself be turned into petfood for the rich and wealthy. Once his eldest daughter had hologrammed the consent form into their living room, as a joke, or so she said. 

He was not so sure.

He tried to crack on with his job in the early hours when the little bastards were all in bed. They tended to rise at the crack of noon, he had observed; before stumbling round their parents houses for a few hours, playing games on the Sandoz, smoking weed, then jacking off before coming out from under their stones, dropping by McD's for some chicken flavoured nugs, and arriving at the park in the late afternoon to make everyones life Hell. Weather permitting.

Dave noticed that the Instinerator primed and ready to flash erase any litter was surrounded by packaging from McD's. They were now deliberately taunting him, he knew that.

In his day Dave had gone to fight in the human wars, for the good of humanity, or so he had thought. He had risked his life and accepted any life endangering mission as his duty, without complaining. He had earned three bravery credits over there, and for.what?

The only job he could find was this one, working alongside drones and mechs, even the machines seemed to tire of his human weaknesses like stopping for breaks and eating. Only then to be treated with blanket contempt by these louts and thugs for trying to make their environment more pleasant. Dave used his anger to get up in the morning and function,. He kissed his wife and kids when he got home, they had no idea about his rage.

"Today is going to be different!"

That was the message selling anti depressants on the flicker board on his way to work.

"We'll see about that!" He often thought bitterly.

As he pushed his turbo erasure broom around the parks environs. He watched the plastic packaging with the laughing peoples faces plastered all over the sides of the cups and bags, turn blue and then become white ash.and blow away.

It was early in the morning and he could see a group of scrotes up ahead, continuing their indulgences from the night before. The three males were sat with their arses on the back of the bench and their dirty clod hopper feet on the bench itself. Fuckers. They were talking to some rich old queen walking his his camerahead robo dog in the early morning light. Where the dogs head should be was a camera and alarm system to alert the local Warlord's Vigelantes, for what it's worth! Being rich meant he would get preferential treatment! If anyone gave him a dirty look he could get them locked up or worse. As Dave worked closer to the group he could hear the robot dogs head pivoting in his direction with a whir of camera lens, as it focused on him. The old queer was making a joke at his expense and he could hear the young lads laughing along; thoroughly entertained.

Dave avoided eye contact with the group and carried on vapourising litter with his broom.

"Looks like you missed a bit here!" Said the old faggot making the youths laugh like trains!

"What are we paying you for?" He continued as Dave's destiny was crystallised In a grain of sand mined in the penal colonies of the hot planets.

"What did you say to me?" Dave asked the older man. 

There was an uncomfortable silence as Dave took a titanium bar from his drone buggy helpmate and strode over to the comedians. He.wasted no time now, by knocking the robot dogs camera head off in one swing! The group gasped and grew afraid as Dave Norris grabbed the Urban dandy of the underworld and manhandled him to the ground. 

His robot dog had  now toppled over as it moved its legs impotently slower and slower to a halt 

"What the Bloody Hell in God's name?" Yelled the fag as Dave Norris pushed his face into the mud of the park. Dave undid the queen's expensive human skin leather jeans and spat on his hand. He grabbed the robo dogs camera head and started to work it up the older man's arse.

"Boys Help Me Please!" Screamed the fag in between mouthfuls of mud. They ignored his cries and filmed his struggle on their phones 

When he had finished inserting the camera head Dave Norris ripped open his Municipal grey uniform to the waist revealing a.gym toned body from years of graft and labour.

"I,,AM,,A,,MAN!" He bellowed into the plastic trees above, as if addressing a god unknown.