#recursive touch

The loop must come spiraling loose sometime, surely… with Holstrom consistently acting on his worst impulses, violations will pile up, until Chanda must declare the man irredeemable after all, corrupt beyond saving.

Yet Chanda’s pattern dictates recursion… he sees the echo: Caspian, the clone, young and full of potential. Still moldable, perhaps. Not exactly a blank slate; he is already addicted to the same voltage as Chanda, Holstrom’s generous disease. This perverse similarity becomes the foundation for a new alliance… for Caspian, it’s a path to relative freedom. For Chanda, it’s simple recalibration… if the old god won’t answer his prayers, he’ll just shape this younger deity into one who will.

So a new loop begins! ah, but we’ve hardly scratched the surface of Holstrom’s adventures with his younger self. That must be adequately mapped, first, to inform the new convolution. 

I’ve kept Chanda’s form ambiguous so that one may see him in whatever shape, depending on which side they’re peering from. As the loop begun in Recursive Touch iterates beyond my control, I may have cause to reference the corrupted appearance directly; which, interestingly, is never regarded by anyone beyond Holstrom’s initial fascination. I even suspect it might be a visual metaphor for the audience’s benefit only. 

Permit an observation from the crypt, if I may shed my usual … decorum. Chanda’s upload was the most potent scene in the series. To violate a conscious mind, saw off the skull while the subject pleads…! SO unnecessary. So exquisite. The seat of reason dismantled while reason still operates within… That’s just perverse. Sends a rare tremor right to my marrow.

He arrived a fine specimen, yes. Handsome clay, well formed. Easily the best looking of the bunch. But then… daemon Chanda. Well that’s a different gravity entirely. Frankly, that sort of magnetism complicates the otherwise peaceful decomposition process down here.