The hole in the street is too big to walk around. There's no empty road on either side; the walls of the crater just rise up and become the walls of the gutted buildings. A cognition approaches the wreckage, a middle-aged salaryman walking purposefully down the street like he has somewhere to be on the other side of the hole. Without even blinking, the man—wearing a suit and shiny loafers—starts scrambling down into the hole. He's going in a straight line, and no trivialities like a bomb that just went off are going to stop him.
It's unsettling as fuck, actually. Like he's a zombie. Ren watches him with a kind of resigned incredulity. "So it's not that they don't see weird things or live in a world with the weird things. It's that they don't realize they're weird? After that short first reaction."
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The hole in the street is too big to walk around. There's no empty road on either side; the walls of the crater just rise up and become the walls of the gutted buildings. A cognition approaches the wreckage, a middle-aged salaryman walking purposefully down the street like he has somewhere to be on the other side of the hole. Without even blinking, the man—wearing a suit and shiny loafers—starts scrambling down into the hole. He's going in a straight line, and no trivialities like a bomb that just went off are going to stop him.
It's unsettling as fuck, actually. Like he's a zombie. Ren watches him with a kind of resigned incredulity. "So it's not that they don't see weird things or live in a world with the weird things. It's that they don't realize they're weird? After that short first reaction."