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The illuminist

The doctor sat at a computer screen. His glasses reflected the flat lines on the dark blue screen. His eyes were blood shot, and he had been sitting at his computer for longer than an hour, He would stretch, yawn, drink a soda, sometimes walk around a bit, then sit back down to his desk, examining his blue readouts in the dark.
Something walked past his office space. He looked up in fear, he exited out of his program and clicked on a remote for his room to illuminate the lights. False alarm.
He resumed his research, turning off the lights. He buzzed his secretary that he did not want any visitors or clients, she confirmed his request.
To long… to long have I been at this. I need sleep, I need food, I need out of this room. His thoughts revolved around quiting his research. He about gave into the soothing redemption of giving up his work, but as he moved his mouse to the exit bar, something moved on the lines.
He examined it. The beings did exist. He buttoned his jacket to get ready for his meeting.

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