If I could get up on that high hill the alien bee just disappeared into, I might gain a better perspective on the whole game situation I’m stuck in. Maybe the bee thing is an indicator — ‘nother one.
It starts raining as I approach the summit, pheh. Now my feet are wet, my clothes are getting soaked. Not fun.
But I ultimately make it and peer over the top. The Data Hall: so far away!
Ahh, better. And now my feet aren’t wet, the clothes are dry. Less resolution has its place. But I clearly see the chain link fence now and know I’ll have to return another night in another dream, wire cutters in hand. Till then!
(to be continued)
Sunklands 