There it is. Months and months of fruitless work coalesced into success. All due to a dream. Wouldn’t the psychologists have fun with this? Actually, I could care less about any psychobabble. I need to test this new finding. Now.
I hurriedly dressed in my standard turtleneck, slacks and coat, then dash to the el station. I must wait longer than usual for the next train at this hour but I use the time to gaze at my notes, still not quite believing them. Finally, the train arrives and a short time later, my passkey allowing me access, I’m practically running through the Institute’s deserted halls.
I pulled out a papyrus at random. My notes are a perfect match. The symbols make sense; the words start to flow. They appear to be a census of every person, animal and natural resource, mundane t
