As mentioned before, “psyche” means “life”. From the Greek for blowing air. The air that was mythologically first blown into humans. Giving our clay the spark of autonomous intelligence. So the meaning of “unpsyche” is clear. To drain the air from the lungs. To puncture. To remove. Life.
Deep down, I think we all knew. The PPP could not last forever. While the circumstances and subject matter were grim. It was as close to happy, comfortable times as any of us were likely to get. There at the end of all things. But before the Nothing. So while we were not prepared when our time playing at remote research and pure conjecture abruptly ended. None were truly surprised at what came next.
The others called it the Adventure. I did as well. Group cohesion is key to the success of any project. But privately. I always referred to it by a different name. The Hunt. Only one thing about the Hunt surprised me. Just how good at it I was. Just how much it made my blood sing to see another’s. I was even better at the Hunt than I was at researching.
And I am a damn good researcher.