Are there any inquiries?

What occurs continuously?

Our minds breakdown into dark openings. There is just such a lot of data the human
mind can store, and entropy would ultimately have it breakdown altogether. Luckily,
our machine works quicker than material science the manner in which we get them. No
one will know they're dead, and we won't be available to deal with the result.

Have you tried your machine?

No. It is basically impossible to test it. In the event that it works, we as a

whole bite the dust. And that implies it's a single shot. The best anyone can hope
for at this point is to trust the conditions and the still, small voice inside. We
have had the option to test a few superficial capacities, to ensure it chips away
at a more straightforward level, yet it is basically impossible to know whether the
ultimate objective works prior to executing said ultimate objective. Most dire
outcome imaginable, we as a whole kick the bucket and are here to feel it, which
would occur on the off chance that we didn't initiate the machine in any case.

Indicate careless tests.

They were phenomenally risky, which is the reason we just have two. In the first,
the tried subject entered a state of unconsciousness. We accept her awareness left
her body totally, and scattered into the universe. The subsequent one, our
subject's inner voice had the option to associate with my accomplice's. Along these
lines, we realize that we can interface spirits, and we can deliver spirits. In any
case, we were unable to test its definitive use.

This, for clear reasons, is a final hotel.

Obviously.

On the off chance that we go inside a month, this will be thought of. Meanwhile,
your examination will be observed. Make your hypotheses more useful. Work more
diligently to demonstrate them. We will check whether we want your assistance on
schedule. Assuming your machine truly does without a doubt come up short, it ought
to at minimum give a faster more effortless passing than the inescapable.
Mr Young, kindly sit down.

Rachael was accomplishing vital work.

60%

It wasn't schoolwork, no doubt, however it was significant.

60%

Just two days prior, while worrying about a numerical test in class, Rachael made
the lights go out.

60%

No one presumed her, yet she felt it. She felt her brain looking through the links
and wires going through the dividers.

60%
This moment, she was sorting out some way to charge her cellphone without a
charger.

60%

Work damn you.

61%

"Rachael," her mother called dependent upon her, "escape your cavern and come to
supper, you've had your 'one moment' as of now!"

Furthermore she had. Rachael Davidson for all intents and purposes moved down the
steps, scoured her canine's face as she cruised by, and turned into her seat.
Rachael had achieved something. She was learning control. She plunked down,
confronting a bowl of parted pea soup, the most ideal expansion to her day.
Quietly, her folks gazed her in the eye, and they generally all the while bowed
their head. As one, they murmured "Favor, goodness master, this food to our
utilization and us to thy administration, and keep us ever aware of the
requirements of others. In Jesus' name, so be it." Rachael didn't stop for a second
to dive in, disregarding looks from her folks.

She was having the greatest day she could recollect, far and away superior to
Disneyworld, far better than her thirteenth birthday celebration, surprisingly
better than eighth Grade graduation. She had a reason now, she was invigorated, she
was electric, she felt like the sovereign of this horrible town, of this idiotic
country, of this soiled world!

She checked out her toaster oven and could feel its capacities, venture through it
into the power source, and faintly feel a rodent chewing on a huge significant
wire. She could caution her folks that they may have a rodent issue, say that the
breaker box looks defective, let them know the ice chest isn't quite so cold as it
ought to be. She could look through the house as far as possible into her room, and
she could turn on the feline feeder without making the slightest effort. She did as
such, felt it murmur, and felt so incredibly, alive.

She looked around the room, looking for a few additional things she could test her
capacities on without drawing consideration. A home PC she could email, a morning
timer she could make go off, a TV absently playing Fox News that she would
absolutely love to quiet down.

"Goodness."

"What?"

"You completed so quick."

"I have schoolwork. It was scrumptious. May I be pardoned?"

"Assuming that you have schoolwork, obviously. Lights out by 9:30."

"'Course, mother!"

She was mostly up the steps, considering her capacities. She could see everything's
inward activities, initiate things without a power source - where did the power
come from? - in the right circumstances she could unstick a lift, work perilous
gear from far off, anything with wires were her - cerebrums had wires, cerebrums
were all wires and electric driving forces, she could be a specialist, she could
observe solutions for Alzheimer's, she could investigate her mother's psyche and
see what she's seeing… huh.

She looked down underneath the arrival, seeing her mother between two steps. She
realized it was perilous, in the event that she messed up who realized what might
befall her mother. Yet, she can glance through things a lot more straightforward
than she can influence them, what's up with investigating? She wavered briefly,
examining what is going on. It didn't take her long to gauge her choices.

Rachael shut her eyes, concentrated, observed the sparkling elliptical thing that
was her mom's cerebrum, and held it. It was troublesome, she flinched from the get
go, contacting it resembled a steady static electric shock. She became acclimated
to it, her mother didn't see anything. She burrowed further.

She could feel the motivations, a huge number of nerves going off immediately, data
coming in and out. She imagined that on schedule, she could possibly peruse these
electric messages. She scarcely knew what she was feeling, floods and waves took
off through Rachael's body, her eyes wanted to jump out of their attachments, yet
she hung tight, she kept up with. She became accustomed to it, and absently
contemplated whether she looked dubious at the present time. Perhaps she was
drooped on the steps. She'll know soon enough, she thought.

She thought, hard, her head felt pressed and bent as she attempted to sort out the
thing her mother was seeing. Her science class had advantageously clarified bits of
the mind as of late, and she managed nerves and axons towards the rear of her
mother's cerebrum, towards her occipital projection. She searched it, she knew. She
realized she was unable to keep up with this for long, she could feel it. In any
case, she needed so seriously to know. She arrived at a hand in, snatched this
enormous beating circle, and felt another shock attack her body, and…

Also… ?

Hi?

That is wrong, she must've accomplished something wrong. She was encircled by
white, unadulterated white, reaching out every which way up down left and right.

I accomplished something wrong. Goodness poop, I accomplished something wrong. My

mother's visually impaired, she's seeing nothing, that is what's happening. I need
to pull out.

Yet, she proved unable. She was unable to give up. She didn't feel anything,
smelled nothing, heard nothing, and saw white. Just whiteness. This is when frenzy
set in.

Poo poop crap poo.

It resembled an ensemble in her mind.

Poo fucking no, I accomplished something wrong, I'm in a trance like state or she
is or we both are, I wish I paid attention to me all the more regularly, god
fucking-

There was a dull spot.

Would she be able to move?

She could move.

She froze toward the spot.

Furthermore she was terrified.

She saw dimness once more, a night sky and a cobble road, gas lights and long
enigmatically Victorian looking dresses. Everyone's movement was frozen, similar to
she was taking a gander at a hued in high contrast photograph, men in extravagant
suits simply approaching their day. She could see a club, boozy single guys and
charming ladies, a hobo out and about and a bratty kid spitting in his face. Every
one of their heads… where their cerebrums ought to be, she saw lights so seriously
splendid it hurt to check out them, and a delicate sparkle radiating all through
the remainder of the city, through the dividers. In any case, absolutely no part of
this frightened her.

What terrified her were the hands she saw.

Long curving arms stretching out from past the horizon, venturing into the tops of
this multitude of individuals, getting firmly to their brains. These were portable,
so exceptionally versatile, squirming and winding while even the raindrops held
forcefully to their spots in mid air. She could see them spreading all through the
city, vanishing behind structures, pulling on the neurons of their heads, much more
reaching out up high, into space, going past the restrictions of vision. She was
unable to move, couldn't wriggle, couldn't run, as something advanced into the
great beyond. She was deadened, incapable to talk, to turn, seeing herself trapped
in the air moving in the road, some enormous indistinct being advancing into her
vision. She needed to run, anyplace, even remove her eyes from the thing - how
enormous must it be, sparkling from incomprehensible.

Also she felt it. Gazing at it, it halted. Furthermore she was unable to think, her
musings supplanted by evident dread, a strain in her chest, head, and stomach, a
touch of queasiness grabbing hold of her eyes and throat, as she gazed at it,
without any eyelids to close. Also she saw it.

I t
l o k e d
b a c k

It was quite a while before anyone heard from Rachael Davidson once more.