Sitting in the lobby of the Wintergate Hotel you look at the latest polls.
| XR0304B | (86%) |
|---|---|
| Santa Claus | (14%) |
“Come on you slowpoke, it’s time to go and vote!” dAnkan yells at you as you sit in the lobby of the Wintergate Hotel. You look up from your computer and are just about to respond when you see that dAnkan has already waddled out of earshot.
You hurry as quickly as you can, jumping into the sled with dAnkan. You drive away, a bit too close to exceeding the speed limit as you zoom by all the snow covered buildings on either side of you. While in the sled you try to talk to dAnkan, but the sound of wind silences you. Eventually, but a bit quicker than you anticipated, you reach the voting center.
“Qu*ck yeah, we made it in time! I am an excellent sled-driver.” dAnkan proudly exclaims to seemingly no one. “I really should participate in the annual sled-prix next year!”
Ignoring dAnkan you look around, noticing that there is no one at the voting center. dAnkan notices you not paying attention to them and looks around too.
“Where is everyone?” dAnkan queries. “I haven’t seen such a low turnout since my last one-duck agile improv stand up show.
“I’ve been trying to tell you. Everyone’s voting digitally from home, just like I was intending to do.” you respond. “Not that it will probably matter… I don’t know how, but XR0304B is crushing us in the polls.”
“Digital voting from home?! What kind of novel ducksh*t is that?! Mark my words, this will be the downfall of democracy. You know, I usually don’t speak my mind but democracy is the most important thing in the world. Digital voting is such an unnecessary risk, and only benefits those too lazy to vote under normal circumstances.” dAnkan says, seemingly angry about the inevitable changes in society.
“Hasn’t digital voting been a thing on the North Pole for the past 20 years?” you answer dAnkans questions with a question.
“I don’t know - I don’t vote, usually. I dislike politics.” dAnkan shrugs, waddling towards the door of the voting center. You ponder if you should question dAnkans role as a campaign manager, but you decide to let it be.
As you get to the door you see a Lemon™-pad™ on the door, which states that to enter you must fill out a quick captcha. dAnkan looks at it and then stares at you, until you finally start filling out the captcha.
