After a few more minutes of the bug woman discussing how the formation of the Indigenous Species Protection Act was endangering the very existence of all life in the universe, I leaned forward and banged my head loudly on the table. I placed my head firmly on the illusionary broken spot. It banged louder than I expected, echoing through the room like a gunshot. Circe paused her droning and didn’t speak for several moments. The other members of the panel didn’t speak, either. “Carl,” Circe eventually said. “What are you doing?” “You did it,” I said, not moving my head from the table. “You
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