The floor was moving. Soft, slight vibrations all the way down to the center of the Earth where magma moved and things went boom. Marco felt it all and felt the Earth move and grabbed the edge of his chair a little tighter - what if there was an earthquake and the ground splintered right under their feet? - which was okay while there was no one beside him but got a little weird when his hand landed on a man's arm. His mind gave a little bump.
His gaze shifted. Mutated.
"There used to be six point five billion people alive but now we're only five billion and going down. Down. Did you know that?" It was a perfectly reasonable question. Like asking if the man had a cigarette, which--