"I DID!" She exclaimed. "Lottie's, goat. Zed! I talked to him. He's insane. He's trying to kill me. But he's kind of a good conversationalist." The last part was a little thoughtful. She'd been able to just talk to the goat, and the goat didn't answer back. She was sure that he understood everything she'd said, but without the human ability of speech, he hadn't been able to tell her to shut up. That had been nice.
She watched Moros flip through different pages, his eyes skimming over words. Her eyes on his as he read. He was seeing what she had seen, and that meant she hadn't fallen off the deep end. This wasn't some huge and elaborate hallucination. This was real. It was really happening.
"I Googled myself. I just went to the Google page and typed in my name, and I got all of this weird and stupid stuff, but then I found this. THIS. These people. I don't understand, Moros. I don't get it." Her head was starting to hurt, it was racing so quickly. Trying to come up with reasons and excuses.
She was so involved with this part, the figuring out part, the trying to understand how people were doing this, finding these things, that she didn't see what Moros was looking at now. He had changed pages and something caught his eye.
"Do not make any sudden movements... ...And don't freak out... ... ...I think we are being watched."
The words echoed in her ears as she slowly turned to the computer screen to see what he was seeing. And what he was seeing was this conversation they were having now.
As they were having it.
"Oh my god." The words came out of her mouth in a whisper. Her hand withdrew from under Moros' away from the mouse. She didn't want anything to do with it anymore.
Maybe it was the machine itself. Maybe it was the computer that was gathering the information. But how would it get to anything outside of this house? And if it was psychic and somehow leeching off of her memories, how was it getting information of things she didn't even know of? A whole network of devil boxes?
Oizys was shaking now.
"I don't like this." She couldn't bring herself to say it louder. Her voice felt tight and strained. Rough. The fear in her clenched down on her heart and lungs, making it hard to breathe.
It didn't help that everything she said and did appeared on the screen before her.