[ Simon gets up and starts pacing. Because carrying around things that Catherine is in (?) and continuous motion just go together at this point, and the flood of relief and inner conflict are just reinforcing it. Even when she was plugged in in a single room, it’s not like Simon stayed still while he talked to her.

For some reason, he hadn’t expected the emotion in her voice, and feels a prickle of guilt at the sound of it. ]

I- I don’t know, it feels like days. Are we in some kind of game? I looked for a server room, or... something, but the only thing that’s out of place is those... cryogenic pod things.

[ yeah ok simon that’s what they are. ]

And the customers. If they’re brain scans, they’re bad ones.