Sample V-09: The Cosmic Joke
(New York Modernist Style) The office of the Department of Universal Constants was a beige wasteland of fluorescent lights and lukewarm coffee. Bernard sat at a desk that had been ergonomically designed to discourage any form of enthusiasm. His job was simple: he was a "Symmetry Auditor." He spent eight hours a day ensuring that the laws of physics in Sector 7G remained consistent with the...
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