Crack in The Wall

[Noth Squadron]

. . .Kendrick Walter Four, Noth Squadron . . .Madsack Fragment, Omega-11 He can't hear the rattle? He can't hear the rattle. He can't hear the rattle. This was important information. His question betrayed a lack of perspective, a viewpoint hampered by something. He couldn't feel his perspective shift. He was weak in the mind. I forgot to move my face muscles when I responded, so my reassuring tone was accompanied with an empty stare. "I didn't touch anything. Omega-11 has a supermassive star, Omega-41 a Neutron star, and Omega 58 a Pulsar. We're bound to experience some time-dilation." Perspective was very important for dealing with our patrons at Altair. Things they did could change your perspective, and how you view the universe changes what you can and cannot see. The passing of time becomes invisible, or too visible. The colors you see are wrong or right. And if you saw blue where others saw red, the yellow needles will spike you all without anyone ever knowing. He can't hear the rattle. But I can. I know that whatever we're doing is changing a perspective. His perspective was changed, and that has to be why he'd ask. I wonder what he sees differently, now. The passage of time, for certain. Locations? Ideas? Purposes? Should I cut him open to see what his eyes can see? No, that would be a waste of time. Maybe later. We have a job to do. We have to do the job. Simple delivery. I force myself to relax, or at least to give the illusion of relaxation. The rattle is getting louder.