"It was the 495,192th vote for Speaker. Hyper-evolution was beginning to occur.
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Date: January 4th, 2023 4:25 PM Author: Doobsian toaster
The ambient temperature in the chamber had risen to 35 degrees Celsius with a dew point more appropriate for a dense, tropical jungle than a sedate, orderly cradle of the democratic process. Ferns and ginkos were beginning to sprout up from the seams of the carpet, stretching toward the ceiling which itself was showing signs of cracks and other structural decay. Many of the members were not themselves. Yes, John walked with the same gait he'd had when we'd begun the process, but his manner of speech was becoming somehow more basic, rudimentary, almost bestial. Outside, the cycle of day and night was accelerating, light and dark passing across the long arched windows in mere minutes. First pens and pencils, then phones, laptops, scholarly volumes of reporters, now even desks and other heavy objects not bolted to the floor were beginning to slide toward the center of the chamber, the floor of which was physically deforming, its flat plane turning concave, like a bowl within which gravity was operating outside the normal expectations of standard physics. Still, we continued to vote."
(http://www.autoadmit.com/thread.php?thread_id=5264877&forum_id=2\u0026mark_id=5310481#45741701) |
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