--- W A X W E B --- { 18:58 / 1:25:00 } --- { Other People : Jacob2 } ---

Inside the targets, I could feel there were souls.

I was leaving my old self behind.

	Helmeted Jacob walks in, head down as he inspects the hives, listening for significant microtones, or simply amused by some of the simpler out-of-tune songs he hears coming out of the dusty fans (one of which actually manages a passable version of the Alphabet Song, using squeaks and thumps to punctuate the sections of the tune).

18:58

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.