Digit Eyes (The Diginoir Quadrilogy)
Welcome to a unique sort of personal hell tempered by human malevolence at its worst...
When you are profoundly blind, your cares are as minimal as the limited opportunities you have but Isaiah Roberts has learned to live with his disability...most of the time.
When a research facility reveres Josef Mengele as a visionary versu a monster, it is almost guaranteed that something bad will happen... More
Welcome to one person's personal hell along with a vision of just how malevolent the dark side of humanity can be...
Isaiah Roberts is your average twenty five year old making his way as best as he can in the world considering his liabilities. Though his hairstyle is as out of date as his second hand clothing is worn, that is not the primary concern of the profoundly blind. It takes a lot of effort to navigate the hostile world where he resides and to avoid the human vermin waiting at every turn but survival is all that matters.
Though most would call Josef Mengele a monster, SWR reveres him as a visionary. Scientific research free of the disease of religion or the cowardice of politics is all that concerns them. To SWR, results are all that count; the piles of dead from experimentation along with the collection of genetic obscenities that must be kept locked away are no more to them but the cost of doing business. An incinerator deals with the dead while cells deal with the rest. Simon is a member of the SWR Committee and only the most ruthless ever gain that position. Simon treats all defiance as disrespect and deals with it in a very harsh manner. To date, Project Vision has been a spectacular....failure, but the SWR Committee still thinks it is a viable pursuit with a proper candidate. All they need is the right test subject...
When cutting edge surgical procedures are performed with no oversight, disavowing anything that might interfere with the process can have serious repercussions and the results driven approach of SWR almost guarantees such a thing will happen. Only the general health of Isaiah Roberts is taken into account without any further testing. There is an aberrant loopback process going on in Isaiah's forebrain which isn't really abnormal in itself, but that ceases to be the case when some unwelcome disruption occurs. It takes hours to replace Isaiah's optic system; metal sockets are created to hold the optic modules, metal mesh replaces the optic nerve and chiasma and microfilaments are used for potential data transference. While twenty four of the microfilaments wind up where they are supposed to be, eight more carom off the mesh and lodge in Isiah's forebrain, disrupting the aberrant process. When it is shattered by eight intrusions into its path, the aberrancy should have died, but instead it creates a new path to include the eight microfilaments.When optic modules are inserted into the sockets, a complete path is formed and now a portion of the human brain not designed to see has access to visual input...
Even with the sockets in place, the challenge to come up with working optic modules takes even more time, but with each improvement in the technology, the aberrant process becomes more assertive. It is when Isaiah's vision approaches basic human capacity that a war erupts in his mind. The aberrant process is at first isolated from the portion of the brain that holds images and the words to describe them, so it seizes on a discrete numeric concept to order its view while it names itself IT for lack of any other name. The struggle almost kills Isaiah, but a proprietary numbering system forces order on the chaos that has been created...
With order enforced, IT expands its horizons by leaps and bounds, but the bad also comes with the good. No one walks away from Simon and SWR, but it is the synthesis of malevolence and aberrancy that brings out the darker side of Isaiah and what he can do if sufficiently provoked. A showdown will occur in the desert lands of the west, but only the arrogant, the duty bound and the angry will be witness...because..
If he can see you, then it it too late to run...