The blue ball with no mouth

Previously

…“You know what,” I said, a strange calm washing over me. “I think I’ve had enough liberation for one morning.” I took a step back, my eyes fixed on the bizarre blue sphere. This was not just about my kitchen anymore. This was about the entire planet, apparently. And it was all thanks to a perfectly smooth, impossibly blue ball with no mouth. This was going to require more coffee. And possibly a very large Tupperware container.