I'd agreed to give up my independence to

I'd agreed to give up my independence to be a part of the historic Human Supercomputer project. Our brains were linked together in series and questions were fed into our cortex.

All of us cortex-linked subjects involved in the Human Supercomputer project were geniuses, fed all of the unanswered questions of the universe. Questions like, "What causes

seemingly rational people to lose their minds over religion and politics?" Unfortunately, our project was doomed when every question devolved into fistfights. The next project

ile was shot from an undisclosed body part. It was moist and made a huge arc and landed on Boehner's desk. He picked up his gavel to keep the body fluids off it.

"Who has the gall to spurt bile in my court!" Boehner shouted, wiping up green fluid. A lawyer tucked a liver under his wig. "The defendant is in no way a body part trafficker," sh

stricken from the books and the judge called a recess for the purpose of drinking all the Scotch he had hidden in his chambers for a rainy day. When the trial resumed, the lass

was acquitted. After all,the victim was only lightly murdered & anyway "Scotchitup ta baaluck. Hewuz wrongplashwrongtime." The Judge gaveled the stenographer & adjorned. Swiss Miss

Was serving her famous cocoa to everyone and wore her traditional.costume. this started a new fashion trend among the homelanders generation, who were disgusted with fashion. They

started something that couldn't be stopped. "What should we call this?" One asked. Another responded "We wear these because its like playing, Because play... Cause play.. Cosplay."