US Congress

I know that seems like the gut reaction here, but please, try to believe me... this happened, and I can confirm it, because I was a part of the human screen.

We classroom pals knew that our sex-having friend would need pricacy, so we did the only thing we knew how to: we interlinked at a cellular level, merging into a solid barrier of human flesh. Arms and limbs withered away into fibrous strands that interlocked and wove together, pulling tighter as we flattened and broadened. Viscera intermingled and became one, our circulatory systems combining as new veins and capillaries formed. Our hearts began to beat in sync, a single drumline uniting twelve hearts. Feet turned into support nubs. Our hair fell out, and our heads were swallowed by the expanding wall of flesh. Soon, our individual sense of identity dissolved into the infinite bliss of being an object so singular in its purpose, so divinely perfect in its execution of that purpose. We were become screen, placed on this earth to accomplish only one thing: to protect the child that would soon be.