November 22, 1963. Dallas.
Confusion. Urgent voices. People running. Screams.
He heard someone say distinctly, “After a life on Earth, things get interesting. The pattern breaks.”
There was a memory. His mother reading to him the story of Babel Tower, and the Tower crashing, and new clean rivers flowing…
When he went out all the way, that memory collapsed, and he swept through reefs of reflecting data in an ocean of surveillance. Continue reading