Irene had always had strange dreams, even as a small child. Sometimes her fears, sometimes her desires, sometimes even pieces of the future filtered through her mind while she slept. Since she had returned to civilization it wasn’t unusual for Irene to wake up with a startled cry already halfway out of her lips. Her subconscious was trying to find ways to compartmentalize what she had endured for fifteen years, forcing her to deal with what now seemed only like a terrible dream.
A different nightmare overtook when she laid her head down, more disturbing than any Destiny had ever had before. A chaotic future, apocalyptic practically, where death and fear reigned supreme. The alarm coursed through her more strongly as the death tolls mounted and the machines spread their control over the world. And as she dreamt the steady resolve took hold of her that this couldn’t be allowed to pass. No matter how long it would take, how many variables she needed to sift through, she knew it was absolutely necessary to do whatever it took to prevent this future from happening. But shaping the future for personal success was child’s play, while social engineering was next to impossible.
Her blind eyes flew open and she gasped sharply, forgetting to exhale for a moment until the burn in her lungs reminded her and the sensation briefly took her back to the days when Vogel found it particularly entertaining to make gestures at drowning her. The same amount of alarm and sense of urgency was coursing through her. Distressed and distinctly troubled by this dream, she didn’t even bother to use her second sight to reach for the woman beside her. When her hand made contact with an arm and she was certain Raven was awake by intuition alone, she managed to move her lips to speak. “I’ve just had the most disturbing vision.”