"So... hold on... What exactly are you telling me here, Kap?"
Kaplan had spent the entire night fretting, but nothing had really happened, as tense as he was. After spending his initial adrenaline rush cagily peering out of his window at the sleek Viridian skyline of Tanden, he'd actually managed to coax himself into an early, if somewhat restless, 6am sleep.
Now, he stood before the desk of his employer, who currently looked like Kaplan felt. His own personal terminal was a flittering cascade of information: building plans, squad psychological profiles and CCTV feeds. His desk was an colossal pile of paper and ink and it was readily appare
Staring at the now blank computer monitor, Kaplan's heart raced.
The important thing to do... was breathe.
Clearly the SysAdmin decided to check up on his systems at 4am. It was strange, but then again, not entirely unheard of. Most SysAdmins were people pretty much like him, with the sleep schedules to go with it. Kaplan hadn't been to sleep for almost a full day, and though it was far from the longest time he'd been awake, it was certainly making itself known. His eyes, previously heavy from fatigue, were now slammed back, running off of pure, sheer fear adrenaline.
His eyes flitted after the single line of text floating on his screen, i
Light.
A blinding ray of light pours out of the screen and cuts through the inky pitch dark of the room, starkly glowing around empty noodle cups, turning the oily globs of grease fermenting on their rims into a shimmering splendour. The discarded jackets and wayward sock communities nestled amongst the floor become dour, unsettling forests of fabric while a pile of clothes mounting the computer chair looks particularly unkempt.
Truly, this room is a bastion of bachelorhood.
The only sign of movement within this abode comes only from a blue bar upon the screen, slowly inching its way to the indomitable 100%, a journey which was almost comp
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Comments on Personal Philosophy.
Long have I sat ill at ease, when all the world has laid to rest.
Just myself, the darkness and the fantastical backdrop of the stars.
Alone with everything, beyond what lies in the space behind my eyes.
Often I've wondered, that question of questions. Long it has plauged and haunted my thoughts.
An ebony dagger of doubt gouging across my soul. Tantilizing in its fleeting, half thought answers.
Why anything? Why everything?
What, in essence, is it all about?
What is the meaning of life?
I concider myself a fool. One who would call himself alone with everything.
Nothing has changed. An answer is still not forthcoming. But I am comfor