Though his butt was firmly in the seat of the sub, Jayce’s essence, his mind’s eye raced through the information like it was a garden full of colorful explosions of data. The Internet was a place, a bazar full of information and faceless, nameless peddlers. Images of people whizzed by, happy, joyful expressions, blogs and vlogs full of chit chat, a rainbow of emotions. But Jayce turned from them. He needed to find Payne and knew the man would not be found in the annals of joy and self-expression. Instead, Jayce moved into the dark corners. His body tensed as he passed brutal imagery, posts full of hate and peddlers of fear. The deeper his mind traveled into the dark of the Internet the larger the space became, blossoming into a mini galaxy of misery.
Splitting his mind into a dozen paths, Jayce searched directories and blogs and articles and even found portals to surveillance cameras that the government posted on every corner. Jayce could even see into people’s homes, through unprotected webcams, into search and purchase histories. Humanity on the shelf. Jayce could see what everyone did and it made him feel sick.
He almost gave up, but there was Payne.
