...can't put it together...Dumped out of the box, all pieces laid upon the map of society
Hours spent, meticulously paying keen attention to the details displayed upon the box bearing what its final product will be
Push, fit. Examine. Push, fit. Examine... glance at box.
Push, fit. Push, fit. Push… done. With the exception of one piece left.
Smart. Intelligent, but this is not rocket science. Is it not obvious where it goes?
Center piece. Only piece. The centerpiece.
Push… push… push…
Acute scrutiny—he squints, observing its edges, then comparing the void in the center to its alleged predetermined missing link
He studies the box, again considers the void, and then resumes his close inspection
Again… he will push… push…push…
Examine. He will alas consider cutting the piece—
He decides against it.
Frustrated, he decides it is likely a flaw generated by its manufacturer…
Is it a flaw? Or a unique identifying mark?
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