Narrator
The first sign was not the explosion
In the middle of the passage, the individuals who had pressed against the barriers began to slow down.
they froze for no apparent reason, or even dropped abruptly headfirst, as if they had just felt the electric shock.
The Transemotional People were the first to react.
Their bodies, still deformed by recent transformations, contracted in irregular movements. The dark filaments that extended over their limbs retracted, then stretched again, as if struggling against an invisible force.
Their progress stopped abruptly, and what did not fall was frantically banging on the spot.
Hitting the barrier head-on again and again.
They were as if seized by an impulse.
In a few moments, the crowd that had threatened to overwhelm the station found itself divided between those who were still resisting and those who were beginning to retreat.
This movement was not organized in any way.
The attraction was overturned
As this force intensified, the dark filaments also fell.
In the control room, the Old Man watched the images with an increasingly perplexed expression.
– Stop this recording and go back ten seconds.
The technician complies, even taking the opportunity to give his opinion at the same time.
– I think they are fleeing
The Old Man leaned towards him and stared at him with a disapproving look.
– flee? Next time, avoid thinking.
- Sir !
– silence.
The old man raised his head.
– Show me the energy readings for this area. I want the recorded frequencies before, during and after.
The technicians busied themselves, no longer opening their mouths.
Curves, revealing variations, were collected and brought back to the main office
The phenomenon began as a localized disturbance before spreading through organisms.
The Transemotionals exhibited a progressive modification, as if their energetic activity was subject to an attraction whose origin lay lower in the Pit.
So these were in no way natural phenomena due to an explosion of emotion.
The old man remained silent for a few seconds.
– Lower down…
He asked for a comparison with the readings prior to today's accident.
But the data was incomplete.
"What do you mean?" he yelled.
– Haaa, I'm going to send you all to the junkyard.
The poor subordinates in grey began to panic even more and even accidentally bumped into each other.
- Sorry
- Sorry
– we will find them.
BAM, BAH
continues to bump into and knock over the files.
– That's what happens when you take away people's independence, they become stupid.
The old man murmured, clutching his chest.
But in this disorder, another hypothesis presented itself to him, without him yet being able to confirm it.
To find out what attracted them here.
At least inside, there's no risk of a data shortage.
Despite all this evolution, one thing seems to remain fundamental for mortals,
Power.
A morbid obsession with separating and dominating, ultimately it is not us but "them" who have evolved, "we" are only the plus, the plus that believes itself to be the whole.