But as he reached for the power button, he noticed his right hand was trembling. His index finger was tapping an unfamiliar rhythm on the desk. Morse code.
Then he typed a sentence into Notepad: “The President lied about the Mars mission funding.” TheCensor-3.1.4.rar
And somewhere in 2031, a world that would never know how close it came to fire—watched a sky that had never seen a mushroom cloud—and called it peace. But as he reached for the power button,