The secretary stands in front of the president. “I’m sorry, sir”—she slides her glasses up the bridge of her nose—“but in order to save the country—no, the world—you need to choose one.”
The president looks down at the mahogany desk, the fate of the world resting on a silver platter:
a gray pill, a rainbow pill, and a glass of tap water.
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