Our Apocalyptic Fictions: The Meeting That Never Ends

Because who needs a social life when there's a meeting to attend?

We gather here, in this desolate conference room, where time has lost all meaning. Our apocalyptic future looms before us, and still, we meet. The clock on the wall reads 2:47 PM, but we know the truth: time has stopped.

As the meeting drags on, the air grows thick with desperation. The coffee machines weep, the chairs creak, and the fluorescent lights hum a morbid tune.

And so, we sit, frozen in time, our eyes fixed on the PowerPoint presentation that never ends.

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