Chapter Fifteen: The Lost Neuron
Eliot begins to hear voices, but he couldn't ascertain where it is coming from, or what it really means. It is more like noises, not words to be filled with wonder. He began searching the walls, entering rooms, and looking at the ceiling, to get understanding, to heed the call, but still it wouldn't suffice.
The halls of the Economics Institute are very secretive that it is almost sacred, just as what the Scientific Council believes it to be. The medium of exchange and the spatial relations of common trade practices has been guarded very carefully, and for a fair reason.
His part of the Agreement is very tough, and very dangerous too. This tale of the lost neuron has a lot of history attached to it, almost a legend, but very true indeed. Someone has to do the part, and his creative imagination shall not fail him.
Outside, he is preparing to summon the Ghost Writer somewhere, the lost neuron that totally outlined the way the Agreement was made, but he had to wait. He had to be cunning, and patient. Everything has its own time.
One ordinary day, he quickly examined his workstation, to find some hidden clues, to heed some calls if ever there is one. Can the reader deciphered it yet? Was there something wrong along the way? He was slightly worried, but very determined.
"The way to life."
He heard it crystal clear now and he was quickly stunned. The clues are starting to arrive, and he is very excited for it. He focused his hearing to get more, holding his breath as if his whole life depended on it.
"It is right here."
x----x
This Chapter is sponsored by Prada.
The halls of the Economics Institute are very secretive that it is almost sacred, just as what the Scientific Council believes it to be. The medium of exchange and the spatial relations of common trade practices has been guarded very carefully, and for a fair reason.
Outside, he is preparing to summon the Ghost Writer somewhere, the lost neuron that totally outlined the way the Agreement was made, but he had to wait. He had to be cunning, and patient. Everything has its own time.
One ordinary day, he quickly examined his workstation, to find some hidden clues, to heed some calls if ever there is one. Can the reader deciphered it yet? Was there something wrong along the way? He was slightly worried, but very determined.
"The way to life."
He heard it crystal clear now and he was quickly stunned. The clues are starting to arrive, and he is very excited for it. He focused his hearing to get more, holding his breath as if his whole life depended on it.
"It is right here."
x----x
This Chapter is sponsored by Prada.
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