Victim walked across the parking lot. He could see his breath in the cold winter night. The parking lot was lit by stark white lights. Victim looked up at the top of the mall roof and spotted the first camera, making a quick note of its location he ran towards the sidewalk surrounding the mall. The salt crunched under his feet, he wondered why the mall hadn't invested in heating under the sidewalk, the University used to have heated walks, that way, it was very difficult for ice to form, hence less need for a grounds crew and less expense for salt and labor. He walked about fifty feet up the walk and spotted the second camera; it was right above the "Fingies" video arcade sign. The brand new sign seemed to clash with the rest of the mall. Victim could make out two letters sun-faded onto the wall, an "L" and a "B". Victim stopped, he turned around and looked straight up, high atop the light post was the third camera.
"'L' and 'B'" he mouthed the letters slowly; he turned around again to look at camera number three. He turned around again and looked at camera two above the "Fingies" sign, and once more at camera number one, about fifty feet away. "'L' and 'B'", he couldn't figure out the message that Todd told him his father had left the builders. Victim thought back to the phone call.
"This is Todd, Father left a message for the builders, it may help you out with your problem."
"A message for the builders? What builders?"
"Go to father's mall, find the three cameras and the two letters, the letters are the answer, the cameras are the question."
"What are you talking about Todd?"
"Father is coming to pick me up for lunch. Be there tonight Victim."
"How do I know to trust you?"
"You don't, however, in a manic state I might not be so receptive to a conversation like this, I doubt I would call you in a manic state."
"You could be trying to fool me though, or trying to trap me. I don't understand why you screwed it up for me in the first place."
"Either do I, this is all I can do to make it up to you though. Now I really have to go. Goodbye Victim."
Victim peered up at the cameras again, in order first. One, two, three, no, one, three, two, no, three, one, two, no three, two, one. He studied the cameras, he was looking for a red light, the red light always meant that the camera was recording. No red light.
1 no 1 no 3
2 3 2
3 2 1
What People Are Saying About the Plaza of the Mind
...[Plaza of the Mind] impressed me in its magnificent weirdness...this sorta je ne sais quoi that you find in interesting art... ...I mean that purely as a compliment!
Plaza of the Mind is a clinamen away from the holeopathic replay by the Android Meme of the old perceptual agon of electrically-programmed youth confronting the Gutenbergian Establishment. Irresistible Force meets Immovable Object.