Reverence was not a requirement of the Eye, but that did not mean that Mr. Talbot didnāt have it in spades. After all, what was Miskatonic, if not a breeding ground for New Englandās finest young cultists? It had become more inclusive in the past hundred or so years, but that much was still true. Levi had abandoned the God of his forefathers for another, a god of Knowledge, and Seeing, and though heād broken his covenant on the best of terms, he had no intention of going back, and had packed a box of love and of awe ( awe as in amazement, awe as in terror ) and carried it with him to his new place of worship. Hadnāt he already spent years prostrating himself before the television? Was this really such a change? ( He walks through his sunken dream to the seat with the clearest view, and heās hooked to the silver screen. )
Ā Ā Ā Ā The body as an eye, every part and piece working in harmony to create a vehicle for seeing. A camera. A brain. Humans are just brains on sticks surrounded by meat. Take away the meat, suddenly see more. Sweet understanding. Are you afraid of death? Do you lie awake at night, gripped by terror, sweating into your sheets, imagining just how your flesh will eventually give out? Donāt you want better flesh? New flesh? Long Live the New Flesh. He had transmogrified his skin and bones and in doing so had given himself a purpose: record, rewind, replay, and recontextualize. Compartmentalize. Categorize. Put the information on flimsy, flammable reels, and preserve it. Then, if the occasion arose, televise fear: horror delivered straight through the pupil to the cortex, with technicolor afterimages near-impossible to shake. Reality was subjective to a degree, but humans shared common emotions, and sought to parse reality by throwing those emotions up for everyone to see, on stone, on paper, on filmā and thus, the āhuman experienceā began to boil down to something that could be almost universally understoodā and thus, art offered a glimpse of reality more accurate than not. Myrrh for a god of Seeing, offered up on an IMAX altar.
Ā Ā Ā Ā āThank you, Mr. Bouchard.ā Reverence for the Eye ā reverence for its representative on Earth. For the one who would bring their apocalypse about and grant ultimate knowing to all of humanity, Levi could have nothing but respect and admiration. ( Funny, then, that he didnāt Know what was really to come. )
Ā Ā Ā Ā āāIām sorry, distribute it?ā The light cut out, and his normal lenses slid back into place, clicking into his skull audibly. He shook his head to make sure that they were set, then turned to blink at his employer.Ā āThat isā¦ā A very bad idea. He didnāt need to voice it; Elias would Know. But it was what he wanted, and who was Levi to deny him? That said, delivering them in person would more than likely get him killed. āUhā hmm. Um. Mm. Oh! Do we haveā Breekon & Hope in our contact book?ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā šš šššš ššš šššš ššššš šš.Ā EliasĀ knows.Ā AnĀ emptyĀ laughĀ fillsĀ theĀ blankĀ marginsĀ ofĀ theirĀ conversation--itĀ seemsĀ preferableĀ toĀ theĀ reservedĀ pauseĀ andĀ quizzicalĀ stare.Ā WastingĀ noĀ time,Ā theĀ contactāsĀ locationĀ comesĀ inĀ toĀ form,Ā guidingĀ throughĀ theĀ innerĀ workingsĀ ofĀ theĀ otherāsĀ mind.Ā FilingĀ cabinetĀ behindĀ RosieāsĀ desk,Ā secondĀ drawerĀ fromĀ theĀ top.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā We do. āĀ HeĀ declaresĀ withĀ theĀ slightestĀ hintĀ ofĀ pride,Ā thoughĀ theĀ conceptĀ ofĀ callingĀ themĀ doesĀ tickleĀ himĀ inĀ earnest.Ā TheĀ numberĀ isĀ new--aĀ decadeĀ orĀ twoĀ usedĀ max--takenĀ fromĀ aĀ familyĀ businessĀ Ā backĀ inĀ theĀ 90ā²sĀ andĀ storedĀ onĀ aĀ fadedĀ indexĀ cardĀ withĀ twoĀ stringsĀ ofĀ numbers.Ā TheĀ firstĀ lineĀ wasĀ landlocked,Ā centeredĀ neatlyĀ between the lines.Ā ThenĀ aĀ numberĀ directlyĀ below.Ā AĀ cellĀ phoneĀ addedĀ inĀ moreĀ recentĀ years.Ā EliasĀ couldnātĀ recallĀ theĀ lastĀ timeĀ he usedĀ theĀ index,Ā orĀ ifĀ heĀ everĀ did.Ā WorldlyĀ connectionsĀ seemedĀ inferiorityĀ andĀ horriblyĀ unacquaintedĀ withĀ theĀ pairāsĀ keenĀ sinceĀ ofĀ purpose.Ā TheyĀ alwaysĀ seemedĀ toĀ justĀ KnowĀ whenĀ theirĀ presenceĀ wasĀ needed.Ā AnĀ offeringĀ fromĀ TheĀ Watcher?Ā Apparently,Ā oneĀ ofĀ theĀ manyĀ bestowedĀ fromĀ all factionsĀ ofĀ fear.
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā ā If they are not preoccupied you may use their service for all but Orsinov.Ā āĀ A sternĀ gazeĀ livesĀ upĀ toĀ hisĀ patronāsĀ namesakeĀ andĀ cutsĀ deep.Ā WhenĀ JohnĀ wasĀ takenĀ byĀ theĀ Stranger,Ā EliasĀ hadĀ beenĀ truthfulĀ aboutĀ hisĀ blind spot.Ā HeĀ triedĀ toĀ catchĀ aĀ glimpseĀ throughĀ the eyesĀ ofĀ BreekonĀ orĀ HopeĀ butĀ surroundsĀ neverĀ quiteĀ reachesĀ hisĀ own.Ā PossiblyĀ dueĀ toĀ theirĀ tiesĀ toĀ theĀ otherĀ entities,Ā orĀ theĀ fixatedĀ originĀ ofĀ theĀ Stranger.Ā HeĀ wasĀ neverĀ quiteĀ sureĀ aboutĀ theirĀ genesisĀ andĀ whileĀ theĀ curiosityĀ ofĀ itĀ allĀ didĀ nipĀ atĀ hisĀ heelsĀ fromĀ theirĀ firstĀ deliveryĀ toĀ MillbankĀ Prison,Ā EliasĀ outĀ runsĀ them.Ā HeāsĀ alwaysĀ beenĀ aĀ cleverĀ Ā coward.
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