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It was rather surreal, walking around in full sunshine without being able to see the source, though I suppose no more so than the thing obscuring it. More surreal were the smattering of pedestrians and steady stream of cars, all going about their day completely unaware of the colossal terror floating above them. No doubt, most were concerned enough as it was with more terrestrial terrors. Interesting times, and all that. The Northside Tavern was just one of dozens of shabby, dim dive bars dotting the city. Upon walking through the smudged glass door, the smell of industrial disinfectant stung my nostrils, though didn't quite manage to cover up the stale musk of spilled beer. As promised, my new acquaintance was in the farthest booth, nursing a glass of scotch. We appeared to have the place to ourselves. The bored-looking bartender barely acknowledged my presence as I walked past, so I didn't bother getting myself a drink for the time being. "I was hoping you'd change your mind about this after sleeping on it, " the old guy grunted as I slid into the booth across from him. "But I'm guessing you haven't done much in the way of sleeping lately. " "Yeah, well, that's nothing new, " I retorted. The whole you-don't-want-to-know schtick was getting old fast. "Alright, let's get this over with. The name's Kane, by the way, not that you asked. " "Is that a first name or a last name? " "Does it matter? You don't really care about who I am, you just want my story. Don't feel bad: that's just the way these things tend to go, " he said, cutting off my attempt to apologize. I shrugged sheepishly instead. "Ok, so a few ground rules. No comments, no interruptions, no Q&A afterward. When I'm done, we can have a drink if your partial, then we'll be on our separate merry ways. Sound good? " "Guess so, " I replied. "Fan-fucking-tastic, " he said, downing the rest of his drink with a grimace. 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One of the perks of childhood, I suppose: the impossible is just easier to accept when your brain is still only half-baked. That's not to say I was totally copacetic. When it got close enough for me to realize what I was really seeing, I was terrified and fascinated in equal measure. But, when you're an understimulated preteen, I guess even giant space monsters lose their shock factor after a couple of days, and my fascination soon won out. As you seem to have been figuring out when I ran into you yesterday, looking directly at the Observer has a kind of hypnotic effect on the Attuned (my word for folks like us, for lack of a better one) that gets stronger the longer you look. It's not a pleasant feeling by any stretch, so you quickly learn to avoid it, like staring at the sun. Problem is, some kids get the not-so-bright idea to see how long they can stare at the sun until it hurts too much, blissfully unaware of the damage they're doing to their eyeballs. You probably get the picture. It became a game. 10 seconds. 30 seconds. A full minute. I probably should've known better. The first time I hit 2 minutes, it took some serious effort to look away, and I felt weak and foggy-brained for the rest of the day. Nevertheless, I kept it up. My parents were probably starting to wonder why I spent so much time sitting in a lawn chair by myself after school, staring up at the sky. But, before they could get too concerned, and before I could really see how long I could extend my staring contests, it just…vanished. No long dramatic withdrawal into deep space, no dramatic sci-fi warp bullshit. It was there one moment, and when I looked up to begin a new stare-down, it was gone without a trace. Life went on, and while I never exactly forgot about that strange couple weeks in the fall of '62, it faded to the back of my mind as the years went on, just one of countless hazy memories of childhood. 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And when it inevitably vanished a few weeks later, Jim and I stayed together. The universe is strange in the way it sometimes brings total strangers together by pure happenstance, but love is another mystery entirely. For a wonderful, all-too-brief time, we were happy. After college, we moved in together, keeping up the appearance of two career-minded bachelors for our families' sake (the world had been changing fast, after all, but unfortunately not that fast). While I was more than happy to enjoy the life we had and leave The Observer to my memories, Jim had other plans. He kept up his research even long after its last visit, and since I turned out to have an odd knack for finding fellow Attuned, and because I was in love, I was obliged to assist. We did manage to learn quite a bit, though frustratingly never enough to do much more than speculate on where it came from and what it wanted (if "want" was even a concept for something like that. ) The few dozen other Attuned we managed to track down over the years came from all different walks of life, some having seen it since childhood, most being as unaware as anyone else of its visits until well into adulthood. The one common thread among them was some sort of quirk in perception, often subtle. One guy had synesthesia, which meant he experienced musical notes as discrete colors. We met a woman with an apparently photographic memory, but only in situations of high stress. More than a few would probably be diagnosed on the spectrum nowadays. As for when the Observer arrives…well, I bet you're already starting to see a pattern. Times of strife, times of worry, times of major change. Those moments when things suddenly seem to be thrown out of order here on Earth. One old-timer said it came and went quite a few times in the 30s and 40s, sticking around for a whole year at the longest visit. I'm not sure when this all became a true obsession for Jim, but I didn't realize (or maybe just wouldn't admit it to myself) until the next time the Observer appeared in '75, and by then, it was too late. I'm not sure what brought it 'round this time. Maybe it was just checking in on our little planet after some sort of celestial sabbatical. Doesn't matter to me, because by the time it disappeared again, my world was shattered. Like clockwork, Jim was standing on the balcony of our apartment every night, "watching" those lights rise above the horizon, noting their position and movements in the handheld tape-recorder I now regretted buying him for Christmas. When it got close enough to make out those massive eyes for what they were, that distant memory from my childhood made me pick up immediately when he began his own version of the staring game. I nagged him to stop, not knowing what would come of such prolonged exposure to the Observer but not wanting to find out firsthand. Everyone else we'd met had the good sense not to do this, and Jim had more sense than most in pretty much every other aspect: so why couldn't he just let it be? I began noticing changes in his behavior the longer this went on. I'd sometimes catch him shuffling around the house in a near-trance for hours on end, the blank expression on his face barely changing while I frantically shook his shoulders. He began to miss work, and eventually, stopped going at all. After a few weeks, the only time he seemed fully back to his old self was when the Observer was temporarily out of sight, presumably hovering somewhere on the other side of the planet. (Its movements seem to be erratic for the most part. ) It was during one of these periods that I finally broke down, begging him through tears to stop this madness, to see the shell of a man he'd become, to please, please return to me. And finally, I seemed to get through to him. He apologized for his behavior, promised he'd stop staring at the Observer, and for the first time in what was far longer than I had realized, we spent a normal day together. By the end of it, he almost seemed 100% his old self. Then the night came. I was awoken, not by a nightmare or noise, but simply by the sensation of pure, unadulterated dread. The space beside me in bed was empty. I jumped up and ran to our balcony, but even before I threw open that door and screamed his name, I somehow knew what I would see. Perhaps we Attuned are tuned in to each other as much as we are to the Observer. Jim and I most of all. He was on his knees, face locked to the sky, both arms reaching up toward those now faintly-glowing eyes, which seemed closer now than they'd ever been (or maybe that was just my panic magnifying things). I tore my eyes away from it before I could begin to feel its pull, and dropped to the floor beside Jim, trying desperately to pull him toward me. It was like embracing a statue. Every muscle in his body must have been tensed to the point of tearing. When I stopped shouting his name to catch my breath, I realized he was muttering, lips barely moving. "I… see …". "What? " I whispered hoarsely. "What are you saying? Jim, can you hear me? " " I…see… " Louder now. " I…seeeeee…everything. " "Jim…" " I seee…everything! " he sprung into a standing position, faster than I thought humanly possible, arms still stretched to the sky. " I SEE everything! I SEE EVERYTHING " "Jim, please, for God's sake, look away! " " I SEE EVERYTHING I SEEEEE EVERYTHING ISEEEEVERYTHINGEVERYTHINGEVERYTHINGISEE-- " And suddenly, with a gasp and a shudder that reverberated through his entire body, he collapsed to the floor. The autopsy revealed a massive tumor in his occipital lobe. The coroner said he'd never seen anything like it, couldn't explain how Jim had even been walking around with that thing in his head. Said perhaps it had been slowly growing there all his life. (The doctors never had determined the precise cause of his blindness. ) But I think I knew the truth. Before that night on the balcony, there was no tumor. Ever since then, I've been bouncing from place to place. Doing odd jobs, just trying to keep busy. When the Observer appears, I keep my eyes on the ground. When I find my thoughts straying to it, I think about literally anything else, or if that doesn't work, nothing at all. Booze helped with that early on, but like anything, it gets easier with practice. And yet somehow, despite my best efforts, I keep running into people like you whenever it comes around. The newly Attuned. When I catch you doing what you were doing, I can't help but butt in, no matter how much it destroys me to revisit all this. You always want to hear my story, never just take my damned good advice at face value: DON'T OBSERVE THE FUCKING OBSERVER! " ******* Kane was shaking in fury now, had been pounding on the table in emphasis, and the bartender had even looked up from his phone for a moment to see what the fuss was about. After taking a few deep breaths and appearing to compose himself, he suddenly grabbed my hand and looked me dead in the eye. "Whatever you do, whatever it takes, promise me you won't go looking for that godforsaken thing anymore. For anyone who loves you. For me. For Jim. " "Ok. I promise, " I said, and meant it. "Good, " he said with a sigh, slumping back into his seat. "You seem like a decent-enough kid, but anyhow, I wouldn't wish that shit on my worst enemy. Now, how about a drink or two. " And drink we did. I made sure Kane's glasses of scotch were on me. The good kind, too. It was the least I could do. ******* So that's that, I guess. As I headed home, even in my half-drunk daze, I made sure to keep my eyes anywhere but the sky. Even so, I could feel its presence, occasionally catching its black mass in the corner of my eye before quickly averting my gaze. The Observer. Our faithful visitor, keeping vigil over our darkest moments. Even if you don't see it, I wonder if you can't feel it in some way? Hovering, just beyond our atmosphere and the periphery of your perception. Like a pit in the bottom of your stomach. A nagging, sourceless worry that just won't seem to fade. Where does it come from? Why does it keep returning? Does it even know some of us can see it? What is it looking for? All notions I know I need to start suppressing if I know what's good for me. Life goes on after all, even under the watchful gaze of the Observer. Even in times of war. Fear. Disease. Before I try to put this whole insane matter to bed for good, I suppose I can afford a bit more speculation. A thought that just occurred to me, after all this. Perhaps the Observer's behavior isn't so unknowable and erratic as it appears. Maybe it's like any other creature, with base needs, albeit on a much larger scale and longer timeframe. Maybe it senses something in our collective struggles that brings it across light-years and strange dimensions. Maybe it's not really observing us at all. Maybe it's just waiting for us to ripen.

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