A short fiction story.

It is the year 7,435,998,604 A.D. ... the Sun is growing cold, and the remaining vestiges of Man live deep underground, barely surviving off of what little heat emanates from the Earth's dying core ... and somewhere in a grotto miles underground, a hardy band of humans crouches over the slowly-cooling embers of a fire, in total silence, until one man raises his head, stares quietly at the others, and says, "Sure, it's taking a while to charge Trump, but Merrick Garland is building a case, just you wait and see, these things take time."

And ... scene.