Prologue.
Barmanne is here. Lieutenant Colonel B. M. Barmanne. He was two years junior to Doctor Bruisseau at Sorebon Academy. It was heard that the two had gone through various bouts of enmity during their initial years there, before ultimately culminating into a decades-long professional collaboration. To settle on whether to call the two men 'friends' now may require going into the epistemology of knowing someone in a digressive bout, much like the interactions of Barmanne and Bruisseau. How does a human remember another? At one point, knowing too much could be the epistemic overload that pistons in upon the chambers that hold the history and the prospects of their encounters and memories. If the situation is emotionally dependent, that is. Theirs is undoubtedly professional more so than affective yet with full of reverence for one another. Not in an explicit way however. They would still have bouts of disagreements at every turn, the disagreements turning into manifold digresses, some of which might have already diminished the significance of the source disagreement. One could not say that the dynamics was purely transactional-professional. This was not a masquerade of two ethical academics moonlighting as deviant academics to escape the professional boredom. Like these and forth, one could have many speculations on the true nature of Barmanne and Bruisseau's secret endeavours and if one speculation is the most credible at the given moment, it could be expected to be outthought by another in the subsequent developments of collective analyses. The others at Sorebon have been in a smokescreen regarding the works of these two outcasts, hence spurring an epistemic limit where they must extrapolate even if the variables are always changing and their very interpretations ambiguous. The same way, but to different ends, Lieutenant Colonel Barmanne and Doctor Bruisseau have higher knowledge of their own secret endeavours. The contrast is, the academics and the military of Sorebon do not know the clear ideas yet they have known bits of them enough and the bits have given them the incentive sufficient enough to extrapolate and speculate; whereas, the two men knowing too much about their own secret endeavours have cracked open a vast myoscopic ground. What we have now: smokescreens inside a research facility; and, drifters in an uncharted land. In neither case could one boast an unfallible authority. The two men, nevertheless, have something just a bit more obscure than clear scientific camaraderie.
Gumtitled #16
Datura Maneuvers IV / Tranquility Lane