I decided that I didn't want to understand what had happened.
I went to bed just as the sun was setting.
Images: Jacob, through with TV, takes off his helmet, and watches the moon though the window. The living room shrinks.
He Doesn't Understand
Jacob does not want to understand what has happened at his hives, and goes to bed.
The next day at work, the residue of this experience still overpowers Jacob. He can feel the souls of the future dead hidden in the polygonal targets beyond the virtual target sights he programs. This intuition is accompanied by a strange sense of doubling.