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After nearly a thousand years, the robot made a tremendous discovery
when he found the last surviving art museum on Earth. At last,
he would have a purpose in his life. He would study the artistic
heritage of man and try to fathom the people who had made him and
destroyed their world. With torch in hand, he explored the
galleries, noting with disappointment that this was a museum of modern
art, not of the Renaissance or Classical periods. Well, art was
art and he would make do. At least, that is what he thought
before he saw IT.
Not only was it hideous, slapdash, and devoid of all talent or the
slightest intellectual content, but on its plaque were the words that
blighted it like the mark of Cain: It had won the Turner Prize!
Horrified, he retreated swiftly to the open air and sealed the doors
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