And though they'll try to mimic what we are, in the core of our souls, writing our very memories for us, they will never be able to replace the truth, the reality as it existed before they've tampered with it. They cannot write our histories for us, our very thoughts, feelings, emotions, and actions. There will be no questions.  We'll always know the difference between the real and the imagined.

 

- A skeptic (In reaction to the initial press release issued by Synchro Systems about their Synchronicity Drive treatment tests)

 

 

And so we moved across the long stretches of concrete and asphalt, the sound of our footsteps echoing off of the seemingly lifeless buildings that made up the Synchro Systems external research facility. The closest building seemed like the best place to start, and I mentioned as much to Hunter and Janine. They agreed, so we walked up to the front doors.

I couldn't see inside of the building because of the reflective mirror tint on the glass of the windows, but they automatic door sensors didn't trigger, and the doors didn't open when we walked up. I tried the handle, anyway, though the doors were locked.

"Now what?" Janine asked me.

"Next building, I guess," I said, reaching for my cigarettes.

"They're all going to be locked, you know," she said to me. I looked at Hunter, and he shrugged.

"Won't know until we try. We didn't come all this way for nothing."

"I still think we might be at the wrong place," Janine said.

I ignored her and started walking towards the smaller building to our left.