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“The world doesn’t need anymore photographers.  It doesn’t need any more lawyers.  It doesn’t need any more shop assistants.  Unless you’re the new messiah, shit diamonds or secreting the cure for AIDS out of your nipples, you are nothing original and totally redundant.”

The entire hall shuffled and there were a few brief nervous laughs.  Aaron folded his hands behind his back and waiting, his face bright and lined from where he’d stepped into the line of the projector.

“I’d suggest you all go home and hang yourselves, but we need your bodies as much as we need your shit and your bastard offspring.  You’d be doing us all a favour if you broke into the crematorium and incinerated yourselves.  Worst you’d do then is leave us with some black smoke to get rained down for the trees to soak up.  And that’s marginally useful.”

He stepped towards the rows of hesitant eyes, staring out as he flicked off the projector.  The room turned black until someone came out of their stupor long enough to turn on the light.

Aaron hadn’t moved.  “But there is one thing you might be good for.”  His smile didn’t speak of many good tidings.

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