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Post by rene2 on Oct 15, 2012 19:22:57 GMT -8
 It’s been a couple weeks now, and he’d found another reason to come online during his little spare time. Often, he was watching Homme from a distance. He’d gotten a sensor installed to tell him when his companion was online, and then either go in himself, or send one of his men to watch him. But when the art installations began to go up, he visited when he had a few spare minutes to watch.
Often, it literally meant minutes. He’d get online for a few minutes and stand on a hill near the fence, watching as the young, blond man worked on his sculptures seemingly day in and day out. Only a few minutes though, and then he’d be called away to business, and he’d have to disappear.
He wondered if he noticed him, standing so far away, a Commandramon at his side and often not even interesting. The installation he was building was turning out rather nicely, even if it seemed a bit complex. Unfortunately, he didn’t get to see the majority of it. Minutes here, minutes there, maybe an hour if he was lucky enough to have a lull in his phone calls and never ending stream of emails. He’d see pieces put on and removed, but once he came back, it’d look utterly different.
That day, he had a couple hours. Time was so rare these days, and going to see how those installments were doing seemed a good thing to pass time with as any. He’d already finished his most recent book, and he soon found himself in the digital world, grass beneath his feet, watching a blond in the distance build up sculptures of what felt like raw material, but was really generated data.
Maybe he’d approach him today, since he had a few hours. Ask him what it was that he was making. Now that sounded nice, didn’t it?
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