This was as bizarre as any of the critical, early-morning games Rock had either participated in or witnessed. In this one, Rock watched as two versions of a cat named Joe argued over which had been more precise in their measurements of molecules intertwined in a bundle of wires under Rock's back-bedroom bed.
Atypical of these contests, there were no clear stakes beyond bragging rights. No valuable things—including lives—were at stake, at least as far as Rock could tell.
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