This was the third day and still he had nothing to show. Nothing but wild speculation and lists of questions that seemed to grow exponentially by the hour. Media bloodhounds had become such a distraction that no "work" could really get done at "work" anymore. When he had joined the International Aeronautics and Exploration Commission, it had been with dreams of discovery and glory. Now, on the heels of their greatest find to date, he found himself more weary than romantic, yet driven ever harder nonetheless.
Stepping into the Mem-room was like entering a whole new world. "No wonder some people get hooked on the thing..." he thought to himself as he stretched out on the recliner. Removing the disc-lens from his left eye was always the hardest part of this infrequent exercise. Finally, he retrieved the data disc and placed it in the memory manager's care.
"October 13" he said aloud as he fumbled to adjust the recliner to better fit his tall thin body. "3PM". Finally he placed the media-helmet on his head and aligned it with the left eye sensor. Now that he was settled into place, he would soon be seeing again an exact replica of what he had witnessed that fateful day. Although he had already been through this exercise twice in the last two days, he faithfully performed it again in the hope that perhaps some detail had previously eluded him - some important facet of that day's events that would magically bring everything together. All the normal methods of research had proven fruitless for the last 60 hours. At worst, this could prove to be no less effective. "Please begin visual," he stated calmly in the direction of the memory manager and the 13th soon began to replay itself once again in his mind's eye.
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