The two of us sat in silence as we did roughly the same thing, with Xilia analyzing all the images I had planted in her Brain and me working through whether or not they aligned with any of the millions of images I had seen before.
After around 20 minutes, movement from the other side of the bed drew my attention, and I opened my eyes to find Xilia staring at me with a scrunched-up face.
"When you compared these, what did you find?" she asked, clearly fishing for an answer that would lead me in the correct direction.
"They appear to be exact photocopies of one another, down to the finest micro fissure in the paint, indicating they were either stamped instead of sprayed on the surface of the boulder or that the person drawing them has such an eye for fine detail that they are able to replicate an image perfectly." Blinking twice, I answered robotically, suddenly feeling I was missing something important.
