My eyes were drawn to the far end of the cave. At a glance, it looked like someone staring at a giant screen. As I edged nearer, his unblinking eyes remained fixed on the screen. He was huge. He reclined on what looked like a large beanbag propped against a wall, his legs splayed over the floor. His many chins hung over his neck and sagged on his chest. Massive folds of fat from his arms, his stomach, his backside and his thighs spread over the stone. His skin was blotchy and red. The face was expressionless. It almost looked bored. For the first time, I was seeing my employer: Sarasin Shade.
The screen in front of him was about four metres wide and three metres high. It was framed in a bright blue light. From the side it was micro thin, hanging in the air in front of the cave wall. It was intangible – like a hologram – but the pictures were crystal clear. It was filled with different images, some really big, some tiny. The closer I looked, I could see each large picture was made of hundreds of tiny ones and they all moved. Everything I could see was happening right there and then.
“The Infinistra,” the figure reclining on the floor said, eyes still fixed on the screen. “It shows me everything. The bigger the picture, the more important it is.”
Looking closer, I can see even the tiny pictures are made up of even smaller ones.
“How can you see all of this?” I ask.
“My brain is well-equipped for the job. It used to take everything I had. Now I find it easy. And my eyes are far better than any human’s and they have no blind spot, so I never miss a thing.”