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This is the story of an artist named Sheraton.
I just wrote this circa ten minutes ago. So excuse grammatical errors and such.
I’ll fix them as i find them.
This is the first time i’ve done something on this type of subject.
Let me know what you think.

Sheraton, The Creative Artist

“Hey casino, come look at my newest illustration!” said Sheraton on a fair afternoon in the year 2037.
“It looks like our neighborhood back in Ohio”, said Casino.
“It’s the view from the top of Washington hill.”
“Do you remember things back then?”
“Barely, we were so little.”
“That was before the government introduced the new grid system and documentation laws.”
“Everything now is so categorize, what did you say they called it?
“The Sequencing Initiative: to categorize and record every event for the purpose of proving existence scientifically.”
“I don’t understand why that’s so important, but what of my painting?”
“Ah yes, it is very good. It reminds me of the old days when we would sit on that hill, look into the autumn leaves, and bask in the last few sunny days before winter.”
“I’m glad I could provoke that emotion.”
“But where are your destination identity coordinates?”
“Do I really need those for something that simple, can’t I just try to make people think without having to identify everything?”
“You know human memory, it forgets things. The reason the coordinates is so important is because it makes people think things are relevant and not fantasy.”
“I just don’t understand the need for proof when I can remember it so obviously clear in my head.”
“It’s just something to follow blindly, Why fight it?”
“You’re right.”
Sheraton begins to walk out of the studio and notices the city around her.
“How can people need proof for beauty like this?”

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(20.45 Hours later)

Sheraton is stopping by her friend Daisy’s studio. Daisy is there painting a portrait of a French woman with black hair and fair skin. Sheraton is sure she has seen the painting before.
“Where did you get this idea? Sheraton asks.
“My head, I just wanted to paint a French woman. I used template #100000594, a painting called the “Mona Lisa”.”
“I see, is this your submission at the show?”
“Yes, I think it will be given awards for creativity.”
“Creative? Your copying an original piece!”
“But my subject matter is worthy of an Art and History prize.”
“I don’t understand, I must go.”
“What’s wrong Sheraton, wait!”

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(Later that night)

Sheraton is alone in her studio trying to decide which piece to submit to the show the following day. She continues to forge out works with vivid uses of color and composition. She works until the brink of exhaustion.
Finally, She collapses onto the sofa.
Minutes later, Casino arrives.
“Sheraton, are you in here?
“Yes.”
“Have you decided which piece to submit?”
“No, I do not have any coordinates for my work.”
“Sheraton, why must you torture yourself?”
“I do not see why my works aren’t creative.”
“You must identify them.”
“But what if they are the first of their kind?”
“Then they mustn’t be creative. How can you expect to produce anything innovative if you do not produce coordinated work?”
“I am so distraught.”
“Listen to me Sheraton, Get past this phase of yours. You must see templates collect your thoughts and it is the only way the professionals will accept your work.”
“I will just have to remain uncreative.”
“Sheraton!”
“Fine, I will search for something.”
“Thank you, best of luck.”
Casino exits and Sheraton ponders. She opens a template index, finds an old painting called Starry Night, and begins to work.

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(The Show)

Casino, Daisy, and a myriad of other artists, intellectuals, and other community members show up for the showing of people’s art.
The hall where this takes place is wonderfully lit and extremely rustic. The food and drinks served are wonderful.
Sheraton arrives just in time for the show to start. She sets up her piece as a speaker begins to talk about the importance of coordinates and the sequencing initiative.
Shortly thereafter, people begin to mingle amongst the artists and talk to them about their work. A growing group is collecting around Daisy’s portrait and the consensus seems to be it is ingenious.
But the real shocker arrives when Sheraton unveils her final piece, the newly dubbed The Starry Night’s Flight. People unanimously agree that Sheraton’s work has improved tremendously now that she has started using the coordinate system. To her amazement, the professionals find her work creative and original in its use of the template. After the professionals make their assessment, the crowd seems to shift this way also. People begin to offer Sheraton money for the painting, which she refuses to accept.
When approached by Casino, Sheraton asks if Casino “Is proud of what she has accomplished?”
Casino replies, “of course, your work is extremely brilliant and creative.”
“But what of the template and the work done before mine?”
“It must have been wonderful for the professionals to have given your update such a good review.”
“I guess you are right Casino.” Sighs Sheraton.
“I see you haven’t lost your vision Sheraton.”
“It seems not.”
“Let’s go get something to drink and celebrate.”
“Let me grab my coat.”
As Sheraton walks to get her coat, she looks out at the starry sky and then back at the room full of people happily leaving. She thinks to her-self, “It must be so that creativity stems from something already accomplished, how could all of these people be blinded by the professionals? It seems more likely that the defect is in me. Yes! The defect must be in me and the templates must be used to guide my weary mind in the right direction. I see it now. How could I have been so silly?”
She scurries back to meet Casino and no longer confused,
Sheraton lived happily ever after.