#46 - Seeking Perfect Partner
There are patterns everywhere. Codes. Hidden things. Information encrypted in numerous variations. Numerous, not infinite. He knows if he had time he could find all the secrets. Only one concerns him, but how to tell which of the many paths is the one to try?
Dating agency spam in his inbox. A random glitch of the spam blocker or something more? "Coincidence is not fate or destiny," Rebecca writes. "just the universe's way of making you notice it." He follows links as they appear before him, scrolling through page after page, leaping from board to board, forum to forum, site to site.
When you've read enough you start to see the patterns. There are codes here, too, all nested together. These words speak of small hopes and quiet desperation. Those people are just mucking about, nudge-nudge wink-winking. These personal adverts are fakes, hiding deeper meanings. Orders to operatives. Secret meetups. Some are tame, links to quasi-illegal download sites. Some are instructions to undercover federal operatives. He could blow covers, bring down swathes of organized crime if he cared. He does not.
There are secrets here, and he could learn them, but none seem to approach his goal. In the end, he posts a simple ad of his own and moves on.
"I have the question. You have the answer. Lets get together."
Dating agency spam in his inbox. A random glitch of the spam blocker or something more? "Coincidence is not fate or destiny," Rebecca writes. "just the universe's way of making you notice it." He follows links as they appear before him, scrolling through page after page, leaping from board to board, forum to forum, site to site.
When you've read enough you start to see the patterns. There are codes here, too, all nested together. These words speak of small hopes and quiet desperation. Those people are just mucking about, nudge-nudge wink-winking. These personal adverts are fakes, hiding deeper meanings. Orders to operatives. Secret meetups. Some are tame, links to quasi-illegal download sites. Some are instructions to undercover federal operatives. He could blow covers, bring down swathes of organized crime if he cared. He does not.
There are secrets here, and he could learn them, but none seem to approach his goal. In the end, he posts a simple ad of his own and moves on.
"I have the question. You have the answer. Lets get together."