Inside the targets, I could feel there were souls.
I was leaving my old self behind.
Mr. Helmet is replaced by his semi-transparent shadowself, who makes the same inspection. Lights are blinking, sands are thinking.
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.