The next day at work, I felt especially sensitive to what was happening inside the machines.
Images: Jacob at work carrying tapes in a landscape of cubes. He is lost among his own reflections.
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.