It has a guy punching a shark!
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The team-building coordinator’s species evolved from some kind of free-swimming sea-slug, but I wouldn’t know that if it hadn’t told me.
Its body is supported by three arching legs covered in feather-like gills. A third appendage, more like the trunk of an elephant, protrudes from where the legs meet. When the door closes, this trunk vomits up clutch of eyeballs embedded in a lacy froth of digestive tissue and whistles.
“All right, everyone!” says the cheery chatbot in my ear. “It’s time for the icebreaker exercise. Please form groups with your closest evolutionary relatives.”
I scan the crowd dubiously. My colleagues scan me back with eyes and other, more cryptic organs. We’re all new to the Multiverse Council, and unused to talking to beings from other timelines. I suppose that’s exactly the problem this week of team-building is supposed to remedy.