The Seeker by 조용구

Outside, the rain refused to fall and bring relief to the city; the luminosity of the street was diffused by the inescapable, insufferable humidity. Inside, the air was dank; it oozed on uncovered skin like a numbing film of benzocaine. The Chapel was an decaying wooden shed deep in the free-zone of the Docks. The walls ran with condensation that glistened in the candle light. June pointed out aerosol units attached to various struts; she claimed her AVR was picking up an airborne hallucinatory stimulant. The Chapel had been full to bursting when we arrived, packed with a young crowd. At a glance I nearly dismissed them as standard singularity chasers, visible mods and symbols of AI deity affiliation, but something was different. As I pondered what it could be The Preacher entered. The immediate and absolute silence jolted me alert. This was not a silence of institutionalized respect and deference; this was the silence of near on two hundred people not daring to miss a word or motion, lest some vital revelation that could lead to their salvation was lost. The lead had paid off and The Preacher had my attention.

Taken from the memoirs of 조용구

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