“The perspective seems odd, until I realize that the view is from someone’s eyes. Jack’s? He’s slumped against one of the walls, and when I peel his eyelid up to check that he’s okay, his eyes are flickering back and forth, the way people’s eyes do in deep sleep. On the screens around us, images of a modest house in a quiet neighborhood flash past. It’s not anywhere I know, but it looks homely, even comfortable. I spot Sebastian several times, though he looks younger in the images. Young enough ...that Jack can’t have been more than a small child. There’s a woman too. She’s beautiful, with eyes that are almost lavender. For a moment or two, there is nothing but the image of her smile spread across the screens. “What is this?” I ask, turning to Sebastian. “More surveillance?” He looks worried. Very worried. “Somehow, Jack is interfacing with the viewers. These are his memories.” He shakes his head. “We shouldn’t be here.” “I’m not leaving him,” I say, and images continue to go past.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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