"Oh." Oh, wow. Carlos made a mental note to ask about that once he's answered Brainy's immediate question. He definitely wanted to hear about the future -- even if it was things like atomic wars and genetic experimentation, Carlos just couldn't let the opportunity pass by.
"Oh, yes. Apparently it just appeared one day, about four feet in the air next to one of the sinks. No one knows why, or how, or what makes it float at a fixed point, and no one really asked. They just named it Khoshekh and made sure it had food and water and litter." The frustration in Carlos's voice was evident, and it grew as he went on. "They never question anything in Night Vale. They're living in a town with no real clocks, with constant 9.0 earthquakes, with an artificial neutron star construction project underground, with a fugitive five-headed dragon, under constant surveillance by an Orwellian government, and mysterious hooded figures that will kill you if you so much as think about the dog park! But none of this really matters, because they can't feel the earthquakes, they're going to use the pulsar to light the football stadium, the five-headed dragon may or may not be running for mayor (no one's really sure), they openly call the local law enforcement the Sheriff's Secret Police and report crimes by picking up their phones which everyone knows are tapped, and they just don't go in the dog park! And everyone thinks that all this is normal!"
He paused, finally, to take a couple of deep breaths. "They don't listen to me -- to any of us scientists," the scientist went on, quieter now. "Not really. There is proof that time is slowing down in Night Vale, but does anyone care? No, they just go on with their everyday lives, buying groceries at the Ralph's and obeying the latest ridiculous city council ordinance."
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"Oh, yes. Apparently it just appeared one day, about four feet in the air next to one of the sinks. No one knows why, or how, or what makes it float at a fixed point, and no one really asked. They just named it Khoshekh and made sure it had food and water and litter." The frustration in Carlos's voice was evident, and it grew as he went on. "They never question anything in Night Vale. They're living in a town with no real clocks, with constant 9.0 earthquakes, with an artificial neutron star construction project underground, with a fugitive five-headed dragon, under constant surveillance by an Orwellian government, and mysterious hooded figures that will kill you if you so much as think about the dog park! But none of this really matters, because they can't feel the earthquakes, they're going to use the pulsar to light the football stadium, the five-headed dragon may or may not be running for mayor (no one's really sure), they openly call the local law enforcement the Sheriff's Secret Police and report crimes by picking up their phones which everyone knows are tapped, and they just don't go in the dog park! And everyone thinks that all this is normal!"
He paused, finally, to take a couple of deep breaths. "They don't listen to me -- to any of us scientists," the scientist went on, quieter now. "Not really. There is proof that time is slowing down in Night Vale, but does anyone care? No, they just go on with their everyday lives, buying groceries at the Ralph's and obeying the latest ridiculous city council ordinance."
Carlos had a lot of feelings about Night Vale.