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If someone were to walk into the Sensoriums right now, they could expect a drop right into a pool of warm water. If and when they reach the surface, they'll find themselves surrounded by lush, tropical scenery. A waterfall pours gently into the pool, flowering palm trees surround them, a rather large man's painting the scene, fish flutter in the water, and the rocks have just a touch of green moss or something covering them.
...One of these things doesn't fit.
If everyone guessed 'Apollo painting crap', they win a No-Prize. Indeed, everyone's favorite (unless you like women) member of the Authority is staring at the scene, chewing on the end of the paintbrush. Or, rather, he had been before the splash. Now he's just staring at the water, end of the brush still tucked into the corner of his mouth, and the pallet for the paints held in his free hand.
"...Watch the first step?"
...One of these things doesn't fit.
If everyone guessed 'Apollo painting crap', they win a No-Prize. Indeed, everyone's favorite (unless you like women) member of the Authority is staring at the scene, chewing on the end of the paintbrush. Or, rather, he had been before the splash. Now he's just staring at the water, end of the brush still tucked into the corner of his mouth, and the pallet for the paints held in his free hand.
"...Watch the first step?"