the fallacy of the slippery slope never applied so well before
Mag is leaning against a pillar this afternoon, or morning, or whatever time it may be in the nexus, playing with her cane. She has a few notes stuffed in the pocket of her sweater, and a few more in her hand, when she looks up, her eyes stare blankly ahead, regarding anyone around her with an empty stare. When she ask? She speaks somewhere to her left, the last noise came from there after all, "In your home- do you vote? Is it an option?"
"If so, how do you choose who or what to vote for?"
"If so, how do you choose who or what to vote for?"