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It's interesting to me that she thinks Night_Watcher is in a position to help her. That is far more of a teaser re: Night_Watcher than even his own thoughts.
Friday, August 19. 2005Macon Craig
We were sitting, our backs against the smooth trunk of a sycamore, clouds sailing overhead. I was thinking. I wouldn't have thought that possible. If you had told me that I would be able to sit next to her, and still have coherent thoughts, I don't know if I would have believed you. But that's exactly what I was doing. I was thinking about something that Night_Watcher had mentioned to me that morning before I left for school.
Night_Watcher[7:22]: Have you ever noticed that she's never here during the day? She only enters the environments at night. Fair_Weather_Friend[7:22]: It could be that you just don't know it when she's there during the day. I mean, you still haven't figured out how to log her entrances/exits, have you? Night_Watcher[7:23]: No, I haven't, but have you ever seen her in an environment during the day? Fair_Weather_Friend[7:23]: No, but I'm not in them very often during the day myself. Night_Watcher[7:23]: Still, it's a little bit weird. I mean, you two are almost always together when you're in the environments, right? "Where are you?" Her voice cut like a knife through my thoughts. "Here, now. I was off in the clouds a second ago. What's up?" She raised her gaze skyward, looking thoughtfully up at the clouds. "It looks interesting up there. Can you take me back with you?" I tried to think of a reply. Before I could think of anything good to say, I blurted, "Who are you? I mean, we're . . . I'm . . . I don't even know your name."
"You can call me Rocio." I heard her voice, trilling softly on the R sound, rising and fading. It took me a moment to register what she said. "But that isn't your name." "No, it's not. But trust me . . ." I interrupted her. "How can I trust you? I don't know anything about you. You won't even tell me your name. Trust is a two-way street." Silence. Loud, heavy silence. Then, "what do you want know?" "Your name." "Other than my name." "I don't know. Tell me SOMETHING." She looked around. "You're an artist. It's who you are. You make things. I'm not like that. I wish I could be. But I'm not. Sometimes, when they let me, I take care of things that someone else made, but most of the time, I break things. That's my job." She paused. "What do you mean?" "I work for the government." She paused, as if waiting for me to say something. When I didn't, she continued. "There are some things that," she sighed, "that aren't really illegal, but could still cause a lot of problems if they became widespread. My job is to find out about things like that, and get inside of them. Once I'm inside, it's my job to break them down from the inside." I felt cold inside. "So, you're here to break down all of this stuff from the inside?" I swallowed. "That's why I first came here." "So why are you telling me?" "I want you to trust me. I want you to believe me when I say that I don't want to do it anymore." "You don't want to, that's nice, but it's not much reassurance." "I don't want to. But there are . . . My job's very important. There are people who will kill me if they find out that I'm not doing my job. That's why I, why I asked for Night_Watcher's help. I was desperate." Her voice trailed off into nothingness, and once again, I was thinking while we sat, our backs against the smooth trunk of a sycamore, clouds sailing overhead. Trackbacks
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It's interesting to me that she thinks Night_Watcher is in a position to help her. That is far more of a teaser re: Night_Watcher than even his own thoughts.
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Silence. Loud, heavy silence.
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