The Weed Eaters
Originally published in The Fat Man At The End Of The World anthology
Lunchtime in the University grounds. Bright sunshine flooded the old sandstone buildings, bringing colour and cheer to places normally serious and solemn. Students lounged in the main quadrangle, laughed and talked at the café or read newspapers on the grass.
Tess McLaren hurried across the lawn, looking at her watch. She had agreed to meet her supervisors in the canteen, but had been so busy with her lab work that she had completely forgotten the time.
She ran under the archway, into the next courtyard . . . and couldn't get through. About a hundred students had gathered around a be-suited young man speaking through a megaphone. ' . . . and now we as scientists have to stand up and be heard. The gove
