Sam rotated in place, his mouth hanging open as he took in all the clocks seemingly trapped between 2:55 and 3:00. Did everything in this place have to be on the Sinclair Lewis side of weird?
"Maybe it's a doomsday clock?" he thought aloud, glancing over his shoulder to see Connor climbing over the face of the large clock in the middle of the floor. "You know, like the one on the cover the Bulletin of Atomic Scientists from the University of..." Sam fell silent, realizing he'd just revealed his 'inner dork.'
"Nevermind..." he said, suddenly feeling self-conscious.
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Sam rotated in place, his mouth hanging open as he took in all the clocks seemingly trapped between 2:55 and 3:00. Did everything in this place have to be on the Sinclair Lewis side of weird?
"Maybe it's a doomsday clock?" he thought aloud, glancing over his shoulder to see Connor climbing over the face of the large clock in the middle of the floor. "You know, like the one on the cover the Bulletin of Atomic Scientists from the University of..." Sam fell silent, realizing he'd just revealed his 'inner dork.'
"Nevermind..." he said, suddenly feeling self-conscious.