We're online – everyone has been for six months, and so far there are no hitches. There's some minor rumbles of discontent about how the Sure Heart bandwidth plans are calculated, but that's not my problem. Blake seems to be performing better than expected, filtering out the major issues – I'm really impressed by its signal recognition to be honest, and that's a credit to the programmers.
It's odd to think that every single person will eventually be connected to each other via the implant and Blake. I admit, I'm not so keen to be an early adopter until we get the kinks out, but I'm sure we will before the whole thing inevitably becomes mandatory.
Assuming, of course, that the whole house of cards doesn't come down before that day, which is always possible. There's still so much we don't understand – no, scratch that. So much I don't understand, and maybe that's arrogant, but it bugs me. I've been keeping track of the emergences, and cross-referencing them ....
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... the emergences, I mean. I think that's going to increase as time goes on, until maybe they're identical. Frantzen would have loved that. I can hear him now, saying something about planets, archetypes and astrology. Such a pity he had that stroke, but what're you going to do?
There's no denying, of course, that the kids know something's up, even if it's just on an unconscious level. I only hope they're not driven to act out on them otherwise a lot of those experiences are going to have to be partitioned on some level, probably Obsidian, actually.
I don't like using the kids as bellwethers or, at the very least, relying on them to see which way this is going to go – the storm hasn't gone away. If anything it's spread out. So I mentioned it to one of the caretakers and he took me down to the Observation Block, saying that he had something better than the kids data.
I've never been down there before. It's all white rooms – reminded me unsettlingly of a mental hospital, only I couldn’t tell you who the patients were. But anyway, my helpful caretaker opens up this room for me – a long narrow place where you can see into the Observation Rooms.
I suppose it's where they psychologists work, when they bring people in for testing[...] I don't know what they do, but I would have thought they'd be empty when not in use.
Except, I found out that there's one guy who's always there. I think he lives there or something, but I can't find any record of him – either that or it's beyond my clearance level. Which means it's probably Warburg's gig, but..
Yeah. So I'm looking through the one-way glass at this guy, and I swear, he just looks up at me - meets my eyes like he knows I'm there. He shouldn't be able to see me, but I know he knew I was there, just the same way I knew the storm's coming.
Like he knows me. The worst part is, that when I looked at him? It wasn't like seeing someone for the first time. It was more like deja vu. Like remembering someone you met in a dream once.
There was something in his eyes.
It wasn't until I got home, and was heading to bed, that I realised where I had seen that look before. I see it every day, these days – when I look in the mirror.