Congressman Henderson picked at the fried egg on the fine china in front of him, moving the undercooked pieces around in a vain attempt to get the slimy egg white on his gold-plated fork.  Surrendering in the face of overwhelming adversity, he grabbed a piece of buttered toast for tactical support, dragged it through the mess on the plate, then shoved the soggy mass into his mouth.  At no time did he think about the task he was performing, or the mindless droning from the speaker beside him on the dais.  His mind was a roiling cauldron as he considered the problems from last night’s attempted trip.

One of his favorite sources of information was now closed to him.  True, he hadn’t been in that universe for a few years, so anything could have happened in that time, but this w...

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