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Protesters

People walked around the park with signs that said such things as:
“THERE IS NO GRAVITY: THE WHOLE WORLD SUCKS!”
“NO MORE GRAVITY=NO MORE FALLING!”
“GRAVITY’S GOING DOWN!”
And other clever sloagens.
“Those gosh-darned protesters! They are just looking for anything to protest!” Mia Banks, the female president, slammed her fist on the table.
“Well, ever since the scientists discovered the cure for gravity-”
“DON’T. Remind. Me.” Mia growled at Rick, the first man.
“Maybe 0-G’s the way to go!” Rick suggested.
“No! Shut up!” Mia clawed at the table with her newly-manicured nails.
“GRAVITY’S GOING DOWN!” The people outside chanted.
“FINE!” Mia snarled, and walked to a big red button. Under the button, it said “0-G BUTTON” She slammed her hand down on it. Everything began to float, and the people started to cheer. Then, they floated into space, and their eyeballs popped out. No one thought of what to do once there actually was no gravity. No one was prepared for the vacuum of space.

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