Masters of Light

I seem to have become a nomad in the stranger strata of the world. I look over the shoulders of doctors as they delve in the minds of the bewildered or the ancient or the horribly injured. I watch trainers train soldiers and those charged with preventing terrorists from making terror. One after another I hear businessmen ask how we can stop their employees from dying and tainting their profits. But today, I had a lesson in the distillation of light into pure colour heroin. I watched a game show in development, where the meek are chained to their seats to watch nothingness distilled into addictive phantoms by the true sorcerers of our age.