Fred Wu's House o' Unexplained Phenomena Page
Don't look for it on your map.
The Project
Eighteen months ago I was taken off the projects I was working on and
given a new assignment.
Highest Priority
This new assignment, I was told, was the companies highest priority.
Any and all resources of this mighty corporation were to be made
available for the successful attainment of this as yet unnamed goal.
Byzantine Security
Security for this project was to be nothing short of bizarre.
I no longer even knew who I was working for. I received all
instructions via unsigned messages and only when I was OT.
I was to be a member of a team but I was not to know who, if anyone, the other
members of this team were.
I was given to understand that my contribution to this project would
involve searching the hypersphere. The tricky part is that I was not
to know what it was that I was searching for. Of course this
immediately begs the question, "How do I know when I've found what I'm
not supposed to know what it is I'm looking for?"
"Not a problem," says the anonymous message.
Business As Usual
Whoever it was I was now working for (henceforth referred to as 'they')
didn't want me to locate whatever it was I was looking for (henceforth
referred to as 'it') directly. 'They' wanted me to find target or
targets unknown that would lead them to 'it' without revealing to me
just what 'it' was.
Naturally, the first thing I did on my next trip OT was to try to find
out just what the hell 'it' was. How could 'they' have thought I
would do otherwise?
The Cogito Ergo Sum of Its Parts
I checked a few activity logs, scrutinized the comings and goings of
my fellow hypernauts whose work patterns had suddenly changed, did some backtracking, sent a few
AutoFerrets down a few LinkHoles, and went 72 hours without sleep for
three nights running. It wasn't long before 2 and 2 began
to look like they could both use a drink. Child's play--unfortunately
I didn't happen to have a child handy so I had to do it myself. But
that's all right because I am, after all, a trained professional.
Finally a pattern or two began to emerge.
It looked like there were five of us assigned to the 'it' project,
including your faithful narrator. Of course it's entirely possible
that there were others who have been on the trail for some
time--knowingly or not.
And the quarry of our collective double-blind
man's bluff? We were looking for the primal meme. We were
looking for evidence that we were no longer alone. We were looking
for the great awakening.
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