The next day at work, I felt especially sensitive to what was happening inside the machines.
He walks through the tapes, across the tiles, in the formal computer garden.
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.