In the cold, flat skies of
Argo, bored clouds spiral around
derelict towers while lost birds sing lonely songs,
indifferent to
the high-frequency, wireless thoughts
merging invisibly through
the ether.
Waking minds
wane these days as the
Multinets thrive, their
medicated dream-logic
teeming online with the unified thoughts of
a planet's passive bodies.
Electrical equality for all but the
Sensitives, the "Feelers" immune to
Dr. Eurenno's painkillers,
sentenced to inherit a world
abandoned for
digital nirvana.
Sensitives like
Percy...
None of the "schools" ever mattered to Percy, none asked more than
blind adherence to ideology.
Seripho House hardly seemed a
candidate for
deviation from the norm, but here there are
two who
seem to
understand, whose eyes look past those
paranoid lenses,
who shrink neither from his
books nor his
ideas. Behind their
smirks he sees something
deeper, something
dangerous.
And in the ghost-white halls and silent classrooms of
Seripho,
a long-kept
secret is
lurking...