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20130605

Panopticon


The cell phone rang.

Max put it to his ear, watched his vision blur. Watched a thousand screens blossom in the air around him, neon petals suspended, holographic lotus bloom, simulated samsara. Then a thousand signals streaming, mega-multi-meta-mashup. Like that trailer for the first Mass Effect, when all the distress calls start coming in at once.

"Max?" Somehow the sounds and visions were amplifying and interfering within his ajna chakra and his crypto-cortex implant to form the name, always a question.

It sounded like the Professor's voice. And that meant another mission.