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Chapter 2 - The work and the Artist

I find myself wandering through the hall's of my facility towards the meeting room to complete the first objective of the day. Walking past multiple worker's exchanging a short greeting i finally reach the meeting room five minute's early as i always do in order to get myself ready and prepped. Entering i walk toward's head of the conference table where i take the notes out a drawer and prep them. Few minute's pass as more subordinates enter and take their seat until a bell echoes throughout signalling the start. Looking up observing the room i begin "Good morning all, let us begin with the register like always". Lifting the computer i look around checking everyone's name off as they call them out in proper order. "As you should all be aware, we are discussing my new investigation upon the decrease in efficiency within our society and the potential causes". A surrounding agreement sounded throughout the room as i open onto the first page of note's. "We first began noticing a decline in efficiency within smaller cities and town's. This was measured by population productivity being lower than historical measures within these area's, so far we have been given order's directly by the government to investigate this and find any potential cause's." Observing the room my train of thought's is distracted by the data analyst with her hand up, making eye contact i nod. "Do we not propose this to be an anomaly as the chance of one occurring is exponential increasing" she state's getting numerous murmurs of agreement. "May i be so bold to speak Sir" the efficiency evaluator requests, again i make eye contact and nod receiving one back as he stand up to address everyone. "We cannot state it is an anomaly as the measure hasn't had a great enough change to secure the proposition. Additionally if we were too still presume it true, we would check how the measure correlate's with the next few population productivity statistic's as this would give a clearer insight" he states as he takes his seat again. Thinking to myself i believe that there are only two precise courses to take in order to solve this investigation however one would be a lot more difficult than the other. Sighing to myself i begin to express my idea's "I think we should take either two course's, the first being we wait for the next few population productivity measure's to come in or we go investigate the largest change in the population productivity. However, this would require us to do it in person and therefore get permission from the government. Also please may someone tell me where the most significant change in population productivity has occurred?" Immediately everyone is discussing which would be the best course to take whilst some are finding the most significant change. "Sir, the most significant change is in a town near Transmission Prime with data showing a decrease of 7.32%" Someone state's. "Sir, we should wait for the new population productivity reports to check if it is an anomaly", "Sir, we should go to the town and investigate firsthand what could be causing this change" Voice after voice interrupt's my thought's as i cough loudly gaining everyone's attention. "I suggest that we get permission to go to the town and in the meantime most of us will wait here waiting for the reports and compiling more data. All in agreement raise your hand." Checking around nearly everyone has there hand raised, "Meeting dismissed i will go get permission and go myself" Leaving the room after putting my note's away i head toward's the communication room to contact the government.

Bleakstone. The town of a new artist, nothing is known about the artist except their work is said to make citizens feel something unknown. The street's were filled as it was commuting time for everyone as they had their job's to do with the upmost effectiveness. A rumour has been flowing around the town of a visit from a facility within the mountain top's and someone of very high importance will be doing an investigation. No one knew how this rumour can about and most claim it to be false until one morning. A loud roaring sound could be heard from overhead as a transporter can be seen heading toward's the landing ground soaring through the sky. Looking out of a window a painter put's down their palette and brush and wander's outside. Jake within the transporter look's out of the window only to see the usual scenery of society at work doing everything they can yet for some reason something feel's wrong about this place. "Sir, we are landing, prepare your item's to leave" i hear over the speaker as i begin to put my suit jacket back on and grab my bag. Feeling the transporter finally land the door open's up to a small number of solider's and the sight of Bleakstone. Striding out of the transporter i look over toward's the town and see concrete building's labelled like they are in the capital. "Sir, welcome to Bleakstone, we are here to escort you to the facility" one of the solider's order. Nodding in acknowledgement we set off heading toward's the town. A few minute's go by and i begin to notice a substantial amount of artwork, which i must say seem's well created. Pulling out my pocket watch i see the time to be nearly 1pm, near enough lunch so i expect people to begin walking through the streets. A few minute's pass and more and more people begin to head in the same direction we are. "Excuse me, where are all these people going?" i whisper to the closest solider as he turn's to me replying "They are going to the bidding for the artwork, we should see it as we pass by." Ah yes, recollecting for a moment i remember reading about a new artist who really encapsulates data pattern's where artist's find connection's within their art. Entering what i presume to be the town centre the solider's automatically create a tighter foundation around me as we walk by the crowd. Looking over i see the artwork on stage and i must admit it is a prestigious piece. Glancing to the right i can only assume it to be the artists in full black with a mask and hood up. Walking away we push through the crowd and within minute's we arrive at the facility. 

Getting myself prepared in the facility to do my duty i make note's on potential cause's of the issue as the hour's pass. Nearing midnight i look at research done decade's ago to try give some form of help. A few minute's pass whilst i continuously look for a clue and i see an article on human psychology . Opening the link i wait for it to load and think of what it could contain, currently all work in human psychology is being done in an attempt to make a worker more efficient and effective within their workplace. When the link finally open's i begin reading thoroughly and write down key section's but after re-reading it the only real point i can gather is that human nature may be affected by colour. It mean's nothing to me as there is no research done into the matter as we were told that colour cost's a lot to create. Finishing my work for the night i head toward's bed still thinking of what to do, getting into bed i write down on my calendar to try and meet the artist tomorrow to see if they have any knowledge on the article.