ERNST RICKENBECKER
A seasoned security chief for the dreamshare project, Rickenbecker is Senator Zobel's right-hand man, wielding paragraphs and regulations like a master swordsman.
He's a figure of unwavering discipline, his strict demeanor rarely bending. Yet, outside the confines of duty, he transforms into a cozy, comfortable family man, where warmth and joviality replace his stern façade.
Capturing Whispers of the Soul
I love walking these old corridors, where history meets the buzz of high-tech gear. We record every dream - it's not just data, it's more. Every dream a story, a fragment of someone's essence. Like capturing whispers of the soul, trapping them in digital bottles.
And me? Looks like I'm the unofficial bartender here, uncorking these bottles, hoping none of them are nightmares - I'm more of a 'sweet dreams' kind of guy. Pass me a shot of Bailey's. Top the dream with Irish Cream.
Black out
We've got this AI, programmed to predict, to pre-emptively black out intimate moments in dreams before they're even recorded. But that's the question that haunts me – does it always work as it should? Are we truly keeping those private moments unseen, or is there a crack in our system, a blind spot we haven't foreseen?
At home, it all fades away, the laughter of my daughter, the warmth of my wife, her Königsberger Klopse grounding me in reality. Yet, back here, in the silent halls of the academy, the doubts resurface.
I don't even want to know how much we're really seeing, how deep we're diving into these personal landscapes. The thought alone is staggering – where does observation end and intrusion begin?