“But after all this”—Cora gestured to the group of aliens not fifty feet away from them—“why do they even want to keep this a secret?” “Because they’re covering their asses,” said Luciana. “They don’t want a huge lie and a metric fuckton of stupid mistakes to be made public. We’re heading into an election year. They’d rather just put off the consequences if it means not having to deal with them now.” Cora looked again at the twenty-eight odd existential alterations to the very fabric of the reality standing right in front of her. An election year? A goddamn election year? Who gives a shit!?
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