@Lynx: When those thoughts come to your mind, you almost feel like being watched by some hungry species that should use your cybernetic body for a puppet show...but that feeling is gone quickly leaving sarcastic..and a little metalic...taste in your mouth.
@Griffin: You DON`T feel any presence here, only yours and your comrades. What do you see is a place that has a great potential to become void, but, being aspected and taken care of by some powerfull geomancer, it is quite stable. Welll, this place is being cleansed regularily, maybe on week basis, and it makes your work even much easier.You are able to find fragments of aura reflections here and there, and in time you are entering the room, you have a clear image of young boy living here. He is no saint, but no evil. His body is quite healthy, not taken cerelesly. In the room the reflections are brightest. Althought the room looks quite empty, just a bed, table comfortable seat and two wardrobes full of clotches belonging to young, virgin boy at the doorstep of pubescence.
You are able to find samples of hairs, nails, even his favorite pen, quite enought to create the material link if needed, but usable only for a few hours.
There is a place, where he is practicing Tai-chi, its astral reflection affected by hours of drilll, thousands and thousands repeated moves, patiently...and sometimes impatiently, practiced to perfection. You see the reflection of his mother there also, not so strong, as sometimes she was practicing with him, lecturing him, teaching him. Violent outbursts of frustration are only a few, like he is patient student. On the walls, there are many caligraphis strips, most of them written with china ink. You are used to see the reflection of the author in such things, but this time there are none...Except one.
@Timmy: You can almost feel the presence of the entity in the streams of resonance, but is seems like it is not present. Even withiout it, you see a sparkling silicon heaven build in this place. Waste ammounts of data dwells in the nodes, but without apparent structure. Everything is so Alien, hard to understand for a human. It seems like every pice of data and resonance is "marked" with the signature, but it looks like that every part with different symbols. You slowly realized that all tohse symbols are just a part of the signature...still they have something in common, but you are unable to determine what. You are recognizing the signature from the elevator shaft...more pieces to the puzzle, but not enought.
Puzzles. Right. It looks like thousand puzzles of thousand pieces, and all you have is ten pieces, each from different box.
The boys signature is also present, clearly visible and recognizable, If you see it again, you will know it.
When you enter boy`s room, you realize strange thing. Those paintings, caligraphies on the wall, are fragments of the resonance signatue...and they are also carrying hardly recognizable resonance reflection...except one.
@Timmy&Griffin: You found yourself standing...looking at the same picture. Althought the other symbols lacks anything recognizable for human mind, this one looks more like a picture from Rorschach test...Some kind of human mind pattern...
@Harry: Well Im not sure...but let me start from the beginning. We hav ebeen shopping in the Mall as usually. My son loves that place, always says that there is whole world waiting for him. What is spam to me, my son analyzes and plays with, sometimes when Im not around to watch him and tell him to stop. You know, kids. As usually we had been taking a whole afternoon tour around the mall, visiting shops, byuing some necessities, looking for entertainment. He loves that Virtual Castle place, he told me that only at this place he should behave like a normal child while nobody is suspecting him from some wrongdoing. We had a lunch i nthe restaurant, and also Ive visited some more specialized shops, looking for chemicals Im using as compounds fot my inks. Well all that time we were together, only in the Virtual Castle I ussualy wait in the coffee while he is playing his games with others. Well, when we get back to the car, everything is confused and hazy. I remember that it rained ... and we were lost in the mist...you see that she is concentrating, her eyes fimly closed, making some Tai-ji movements almost uncounsciously. Her voice lowers, resonating as if coming from the distance. You also see that the monk began to swell, the vein is pulsing on his temple, his breathing strenghtens like if he is lifting some heavy weight...
Suddenly he stops, his breathing changes into painfull sound, ynd you can see that he isa pale as the paper, pulsing vein bursts, creating wide hematom, bloody tears starts to drop from his eyes, flashes of mana breaking his skin, stretching his body beyond limits...you can hear sinews and muscles tearing inside his body. He maintains to stay calm, and with only soft, painful whispering...
"Sorry Wenquian. This curse is too strong..." ...he collapses. Mr. Wong jumps to him, catching old man before he fell on the ground, laying him down gently...
Mrs Wong, still in the trance, continues without pause:
When Hao got lost in the fog, poisonous, filthy fog, Ive been calling his name and then, I`ve found rotten stock at the edge of the swamp...I rest, alone and desperate, watching voices carrying my boy away...and one of them turns at me, and then the lightnig came from the skies and I fell......she blinks, like returning to reality from the nightmare, began to cry, shivering, embracing her belly
...when i woke up......she hardly manages to continue
I was alone, laying next to my car...empty...Ive climbed to the seat and commanded it to go home...oh dear my baby mybabymylittleboy ...she cracks out...unable to continue...