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surroundings. Most people filter out small details so they can focus on a main objective. There was a video floating around once that showed several people in a circle tossing a basketball back and forth. The video challenges the viewer to count how many times the ball is passed by people wearing a specific color of clothing. The video starts off passing slow, and then they start moving around to confuse the viewer. Towards the end of the video, a guy dressed in a gorilla costume walks into the center of the screen. By no means is he trying to sneak in, in fact, he even drums his chest in the center to draw attention. He then proceeds to walk calmly out of camera view. When I first saw this video, I was in a room with 15 other people. I started counting the passes like everyone else, and then I stated out loud, whats with the gorilla?
    At the end of the video, they ask how many passes did you see? In a room of 14 peers, not a single one of them saw a gorilla even though I stated it out loud while it was happening. Things that I did notice aside from the gorilla, were six total people, three white, three black, nice balance there doc. There were three elevators, two pointing down, and one neutral. There were two wall columns separating each elevator and on each was an S spray painted on the wall. The S to the left is larger, but lower on the wall, as opposed to the higher, but smaller s on the wall on the right. Little details like this are the things that keep me awake at night. Over analyzing details that no one else cared to remember.
    Why would an artificial intelligence refer to god? My first instinct tells me the programmer wanted to add artistic expression to the program. That could easily be the case. Anyone who has taken a printed circuit board and examined it under a microscope would understand. True artists tend to leave a mark, some are subtle, and others are more obvious.
    We descend for several minutes, and then come to a stop. I hear the familiar ding and wait for the door to open. When it does open, I am taken aback. My pupils dilate the size of marbles and I can't force myself to breathe. The large room is circular in shape with many bright computer screens. Some are very large like the one in the center. It had to be over 15 feet across. The lighting was very dim and the glow from the screens cast shadows in every direction. In the center of the room was a pentagon inlaid into the carpet. Resting upon the pentagon were five working stations with three large computer monitors arranged in a half arc around a designer office chair. Each station was arranged around the pentagon so one could look across and see nothing but the back of the others monitor. It looked like a LAN party setup, the kind a spoiled child of a billionaire would have. All the best technology and accessories; all paid for with a bottomless spending account.
    I wheel myself toward the center cluster of screens like a zombie in pursuit of a fresh victim. I brush my hands across the desk and trace the outside lines of the large monitors with my index finger.
    “Are you going to have sex with it or are you gonna sit down and get to work?” Reese gestures me over to the furthest south station. I sit down in the chair and am shocked how comfortable it really is. The mesh backing cradles me like a hammock. I lean back a little and Eve pushes me forward. A red laser beam appears on my chest and starts flickering about zeroing in on my lanyards bar code.
    “Personnel identified... Loading custom settings. Remember, these are the default settings, and can be changed at any time. Activating voice recognition setup. This may take a few moments, please wait.” The screen changes from black to a simple green blinking prompt.
    “Please state your job function followed by your full name. Speak as you would in normal conversation; do not pitch your voice as this may alter our baseline phonetics. You have five seconds to comply.”
    “Agent Haus Long” I