[ WP ] After you are elected President , you discover a big red button hidden in your desk in the Oval Office . When you ask your predecessor about it , he said that it had been there for decades , but the secret of what it did died with Kennedy . After a few years , you finally give in and push the button .

`` So you have no idea what it does.'' I did n't really expect him to know, I was only asking him as a last resort. I did n't notice the button for several weeks, and by then he was already enjoying the life of a newly retired president. Nevertheless, after pouring through every file I could find on the subject of this desk, I was left empty handed and more confused than anything. 
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 `` Nope, never gave it too much thought.'' He said. 
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 Oh well. Worth a try anyways. 
 If nobody knows, it ca n't be that big of a deal, right? 
 Right? 
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 I have more important things to obsess over than a mystery button, anyways. 
 It can wait, and wait it did. Days become months, months become years. 
 
 Eventually, towards the end of my second term, I remember the button squirreled away within my desk. 
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 What's the worst that can happen, right? 
 
 It's just one, large, red, ominous, 1950's-esque button. 
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 Feeling entirely too optimistic, I reach over and lay my hand on the large button. There is a thick layer of dust on it, clearly not having been disturbed in recent memory. I push down, the button is surprisingly firm and requires some force. 
 
 *CLICK* 
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 Nothing. The button did noth- 
 A tinny, old voice begins to play over the the entire buildings intercom. 
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 `` That was easy!'' 
 

