Sanctity, late Saturday night.
Sunday, August 20th, 2006 02:50 amUsually, he avoided the roof. Zhaan spent too much time up there, doing god knew what, though he had a vague inkling and didn't want to think about it much more than that.
Still, there was a wood bench there, flanked by a few potted plants and an unobstructed view of the night sky, with it's vast scattering of stars.
He'd never really been the kind of person who sat there staring at the stars, wondering if there was life somewhere else in all that empty space. Probably for the best... he knew there was, now, and it might have tainted the spectacle for him. So he wasn't stargazing. Just sitting, listening to the eerie quiet in his own head, the lack of all the usual net chatter that filtered through his cyberbrain when he was home. No one on the island was so equipped, and so all he ever caught was the occasional radio broadcast from the school, not that he paid it much mind.
Maybe that was why he was on the roof. He felt disconnected, alone. Out of reach of the net, out of her reach. He hadn't realized before how much he depended on that promise of hers, that she'd always be ghosting along behind him in that vast sea of information.
He looked upward at the sky. She wasn't here with him. Maybe that was why he watched the stars.
Still, there was a wood bench there, flanked by a few potted plants and an unobstructed view of the night sky, with it's vast scattering of stars.
He'd never really been the kind of person who sat there staring at the stars, wondering if there was life somewhere else in all that empty space. Probably for the best... he knew there was, now, and it might have tainted the spectacle for him. So he wasn't stargazing. Just sitting, listening to the eerie quiet in his own head, the lack of all the usual net chatter that filtered through his cyberbrain when he was home. No one on the island was so equipped, and so all he ever caught was the occasional radio broadcast from the school, not that he paid it much mind.
Maybe that was why he was on the roof. He felt disconnected, alone. Out of reach of the net, out of her reach. He hadn't realized before how much he depended on that promise of hers, that she'd always be ghosting along behind him in that vast sea of information.
He looked upward at the sky. She wasn't here with him. Maybe that was why he watched the stars.