Three words emerged from the mist and lingered shortly before dissipating.
Can you see?
Caleb typed his own question.
Can you help me?
A moment passed.
Do you hear?
You talked to me before. About Miranda.
She is a mask.
Caleb smiled slightly to himself, relieved to get a response.
What do you mean?
She is a mask.
Then why is her mail account connected to this site?
It is not.
But that’s how I found you. I followed her account address and it led me here.
It was I.
Caleb was about to type something else, but before he could finish, another line of text emerged from the dark squall.
I felt her reaching out to you.
And then another.
I heard her lies before they reached you, and left my mark.
He waited but no more came.
So that wasn’t her real mail account?
No.
He leaned back for a second and rubbed his face. There was no longer any question about it. This was definitely not some simple program. It had to be a real person.
He returned his hands to the keyboard.
Who are you?
Lucidity.
No, really. I know you aren’t a program.
I am Lucidity.
Caleb sighed. He didn’t want whoever it was to stop responding again.
How did you change her mail address before her message even got to me? You would have to do it in under a second.
I felt the web tremble. Followed the vibrations. It was easy to find. Easy to manipulate.
Caleb was losing patience.
What kind of software can work that quickly? I need real answers.
The dark haze shifted silently, revealing nothing.
I don’t believe you. What if you are Miranda? What if you are the one hacking into my mail? I have no reason to trust anything you say. You’re just trying to distract me with your confusing answers. I’ll find out who you are, though. You’re not as smart as you think.
Caleb closed the website and got up from his desk.
“I’m going outside, I need some space,” he told Marcos.
“Alright, man. I’ll be here.” His friend replied without looking away from the screen of his notebook. He was still engrossed in studying the scrap of code that his sniffer had found.
