She nodded. A familiar story. Unfortunately, it was a basic rule of science that two points formed a line, but not a pattern.

Not yet, anyway.

"Well," she said, "maybe someone else knows what the fuck is going on. But I kinda doubt it, you know? Maybe our Overlords are just trolling us. The dunking booth is always the most popular attraction at a county fair."

Oh, fuck. Her Midwestern was showing.