--- W A X W E B --- { 19:07 / 1:25:00 } --- { Horizon : Sunset } ---

Inside the targets, I could feel there were souls.

I was leaving my old self behind.

	We see what the hillside building sees...across Deseret to the white Antarctic Sands.. in the near distance a little dust-devil gathers, perhaps getting ready to go to work at the telephone company, where it will talk to puzzled customers ("who's there? You who?) or ring empty phonebooths for 8-10 hours straight... low paying, unsatisfying work.

19:07

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.