POV: The Old Man
– Give me the readings from the last hour.
The technician hesitated before manipulating his console. For several minutes, the same data had been scrolling across the main screen, without any of them being able to draw a satisfactory conclusion.
The Old Man had requested three different comparisons. The results were still incomplete.
He tapped the ground with his cane.
– Are you planning to wait for the numbers to start speaking for themselves?
– No, sir. We are trying to reconstruct the variations recorded before the communications were interrupted.
– the problem is that… it…
The old man struck again
- SPEAK
The young intern retreated into his chair, both but joined
– We've noticed many energy fluctuations since the first circle of the dome; we think we were attracted by a concentration of emotions that was far too pure… in addition to that-
BAM!
– SIR, we have a problem in the upper dome.
a veteran in a grey uniform, his gaze was shifty and he was breathless, collapsed on the ground he kept altering.
The old man rubbed his forehead.
– Which superior? We already have several. Please be more specific.
– right at the top, that's all they wanted to tell me, especially the rooms of the team reorganized by Alpha-1.
The Old Man turned his head slightly.
– sigma 0 ?
- who is it ?
The old man remained silent for a few seconds.
– That's all.
The poor man shook his head frantically until it fractured.
The old man was literally running.
Opposite him, Eugène had just entered.
He had stopped a few steps from the door. His gaze flickered from the man to where his mask should have been. He seemed unsure whether to move forward or call the security officers.
"What is he still doing outside?" ordered the Old Man.
The technician immediately offered an explanation.
– He was on his way to the dome, but the circuit was cut off; he was found between the passages, wedged against a window
The old man's rifle with his eyes
– So what are you waiting for to make him come home?
Eugene was forced to step into the room and allow himself to be locked in.
– Chetan… ?
The Old Man watched the scene intently and said nothing more afterwards.
The door locks with a double turn, completely isolated from us.
"Sir, they are the 'companions'," murmured the technician.
The old man rubbed his beard several times.
– I want the data for this room. From the beginning of the transformation.
– Right away, sir.
It seems I understand the problem more or less.