Curvature, ha ha. So, you know, when someone is told a lie at a fundamental point, then a basic sense of trust is lost. Then everything is false. Kevin knows that he lives in a construct, manipulated for the goal of the Great Replacement. The white man is supposed to disappear. That is explained with the round earth and the inevitable barbarian invasion. If people knew that the earth was flat, they would also know that having too many people in the northern half would change the axis.

Kevin had stumbled upon the teachings of Samuel Rowbotham at some stage. He had read Zetetic Astronomy: Earth Not a Globe. The truth had hit Kevin like a blow to the head and—

Destroyed his trust in everything. He had read the book several times. Reenacted the important experiments in it. Like Rowbotham he’d waded into a canal. You know the story. Rowbotham used a telescope at water level to watch a toy boat float from one bridge to the next. The top of the mast should have disappeared from view once it was ten kilometers away if the earth, as is claimed, is a ball with a circumference of forty thousand kilometers. But—the boat remained visible. A follower named John Hampden later made a bet with Alfred Russel Wallace, one of the developers of evolutionary theory, to replicate the experiment with other visual cues, having to do with a black scarf. This was the Bedford Level experiment. It involved, well, boring.

The experiment worked. The earth was flat. Kevin didn’t need to know anything more. Now when he lies in bed he’s afraid the earth could tip because of all the emigration and he and his bed could slip off into space. Kevin always tries to wear clean underwear to bed because his body might spend all eternity floating in space. Without decomposing.

The North Pole in the middle, a wall of ice all around the edge that people take for Antarctica in the false ball image of the earth. Sun, moon, and stars are just a few hundred kilometers above the earth and far smaller than claimed; gravity is a fictitious force derived from upward movement of the disk. The anger at established science accompanies Kevin from the moment he awakes each day. He trusts nobody, not even people from the Flat Earth Society. He goes to work. He still has a job. He works in a small firm that repairs drones. In a small firm that has yet to convert to robot labor. He has a tracker on his apron. He has a two-minute bathroom break. Twenty minutes for lunch. He is filled with anger.

Again and again.

About twenty times.

KAREN