A mental journal entry during the Wave Ride:
I’ve never been a fan of road trips to begin with, but for all the metaphysical fascination that the Waves provide, being in one feels confining. Being locked away from my Pattern powers, floating in one bubble in the effervescent cosmic froth, with less than a Mount Pine’s grounds in real, solid scenery, I can’t help but feel… clipped.
It might surprise my new family, given what I’m known for, but I’ve gone for years, even centuries of subjective time without calling the Pattern (or my Broken Pattern, as was the case at the time) for support or aid. Given that, I’d thought a week or two without my powers wouldn’t bother me — but it’s one thing voluntarily abstaining from it, and an entirely different matter being unable to get it. Well, I could get it is the thing, but doing so would collapse the Wave into the Shadows “below” it, and myself and my companions would be just so much blood and guts strewn across some bizarre landscape.
Still, I feel it there, beckoning.
On the other side of it, this is the first time I’ve been up in a Wave for prolonged periods of time, and my senses are strong even without pulling up a Lens. It’s an unprecedented opportunity for study, and I’m taking full advantage of it.
I don’t know how Meridian would feel about my delicate prods, if he’s noticed them. Delwin and Sand would certainly object. It’s not that what I’m doing is dangerous… It’s just that it hasn’t yet been tried, so who knows what the second and third-order repercussions of it are.
Once again, I reiterate, it’s perfectly safe. A pity I don’t have any simulations for this environment back in New Tokyo to bear out my statement, only the rough mental models I’ve filled my brain with, and the fact that I’m not technically using the Pattern at all.
I think by the time we make it out the Chaos way, I’ll have a solid and predictive theoretical framework…