I’m tired. I’m frightened we will lose.
This the hardest job, sitting at the computer screen, flipping minds into bodies. I have too many facts to accommodate. I’m tired, I can’t eat, I’ve pissed and shat myself because I’m afraid to lose focus for even a moment. We made a mistake, we should have had two people at the computer. This is the hardest job. Those bastards have it easy.
Bastards!
I watch as Brandon dies. I flip him.
Bastards!
Flanagan dies. I flip him.
Bastards!
Lena, curse her rotten fucking soul, is having sex with two astonishingly gorgeous DRs. I’m attuned to her mind, so I can see everything she sees. But somehow, her images blur. She seems to be seeing from different eyes. And she’s bloody well having sex! I can’t believe that whore. All the same it’s…
Alliea dies. I flip her.
Harry dies. I flip him.
Harry dies again. I flip him.
Harry dies again. Careless fucking fool. I ought to let him… I flip him.
Jamie dies. I flip him.
Flanagan dies. I…