Cystic Detective Update #4

The Surveillance State, a Farewell to Programmed to Chill, Falling for Infosec Tests, and Trudging through the Slop Era

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“Pierce my eyes with gold ingots, do I see a Cystic Detective floating before me?” Ruby Tuesday warbles. The Detective attempts to avert his gaze, though when swimming through the viscera, he has little control over his vision.

A cat yowls in the distance. To his right, a scaffolding-like structure rises beyond view though it has no building at its center. While Ruby Tuesday is his spirit guide of sorts, he knows that she cannot be trusted. An impish projection of his own psyche, as unreliable as his memory.

A cyst bubbles below his kneecap. In the ever-changing environment around him, he sees an indoor pool form out of nothingness, seemingly filled with sea foam.