Dr. Sportsball hosts a "art" contest.

"Hey, Doc! Over here!"

I headed toward the junior researcher that called me over. He had a picture on the screen.

"What's anart, Doc?"

"It is Anomalous Art, bud."

I thought over my past. I was a anartist. I once made a picture of a hot dog that gave you intense nausea.

"Can you give me an example?"

"No, I can give you a STORY! I was an Anartist in my glory days. I hosted a art contest. It was amazing."

I paused for a long while.

"Stop pausing and get to the story!"

"Back in the old days, my name was Agent Aubergine. I was amazing at anart. I made my own contest. It was a Battle-Bots rip-off. I made MILLIONS! I had people like Tangerine, Green, and some Rando named Ruiz 'Youneedtosecureyourdatabaseidiots' Dachamp. It was a beautiful concept. It was a bloody reality. Ruiz ended up winning the Battle-Art battle. I hated him. Too braggy. He make some good art, though. That was my experience with anart."

"Are you a quote-on-quote 'possible traitor?'"

Oh, $#!!. They're after me.

"No…"

"I am going to report you."

I shot him with my silenced pistol and ran as fast as physically possible.