That afternoon, I could feel the darkness around me.
Melissa to the rescue in a car made of living pixels. Jacob is in with her, talking through his hat.
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.