Nightshift 44: Main File Storage

[its_the_mileage]

[from here]No tell-tale insect sounds yet. Nothing trying to bite through his jacket, either. Indy brandished the aerosol can and moved toward the file cabinets, looking for the "P" section

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It hadn't occurred to L -- a man from 2004, a man who had spent most of his life alone in a room in front of a computer -- that some people here might not be able to use them, even though he was aware of the rumors that some came from different times, and the fact that people he had known when they were teenagers had been present as adults suggested that it was possible. Even Lunge claimed to have been brought from a date almost a decade earlier than L.

He gave his head a tiny shake of annoyance. His analysis, his considerable insight, was based on the world he knew. In some ways, that will be useless to me here. How much "unreality" is possible? A failure to reset the parameters of his thinking might lead to a failure in a larger sense: he could be trapped in the Institute forever, or until his death. There is no way to be certain of how many people are conversant with various kinds of technology; even a poll would be relatively useless, since the responses would only be anecdotal and the patient population appears to shift on a frequent basis. Then, how useful will the information be?

Turning his attention back to the drawer, he flicked through a few more folders, and there it was: LUCAS, HARRY SR. Removing the folder from the drawer, he held it out to Jones, dangling it from between his fingertips.

"Yes, I am ready." He gathered up the pillowcase and hefted his flashlight, then slouched back over towards the door. The thought struck him as he walked: Is Dr. Jones one of them? Almost anyone might be.

[To here.]