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AlphaD Side Story #6: The Asymmetry of Ordinary Things
In a rare moment of downtime, Dan calls his older brother Chad from the depths of the Strategic Innovation Directorate. Their conversation drifts from casual banter to Dan’s fixation on a mundane event—buying a stale bag of pretzels from a forgotten vending machine. Though humorous on the surface, Dan’s thoughts reveal deeper reflections on randomness, asymmetry, and the unnoticed cracks in reality where meaning might reside. Chad listens with concern and humor, grounding Dan as best he can. The call ends on an enigmatic note, with Dan hinting that one day Chad might find him in the most unexpected places.
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AlphaD Side Story #6: The Asymmetry of Ordinary Things
The sun was bleeding out behind the DC skyline, casting long gold slashes across Dan’s window. The glass of water on his desk trembled with the hum of the subterranean generators running below Strategic Innovation Directorate HQ. But for the moment, Dan wasn’t working.
He was calling his brother.
The line connected after three rings.
“Dan?” Chad’s voice was surprised but warm. “You calling from the underground lair?”
Dan smirked. “Pretty much. Figured I owed you a call that didn’t come with an encrypted preamble.”
“Appreciated. You doing okay?”
“Define ‘okay.’” Dan paused. “Actually, that’s what I wanted to talk about. I’ve been thinking about randomness.”
“Uh-oh,” Chad chuckled. “Is this about quantum math again?”
“No. I mean, like… the weird order of things. Today I walked past a vending machine. Haven’t looked at that thing in months. But I stopped, bought a bag of pretzels.”
“Okay…”
“They were stale. Really stale. Like, absurdly so. And for some reason, that hit me harder than anything else all week.”
Chad laughed. “You’re unraveling over pretzels?”
“No,” Dan replied. “I think I’m noticing. I realize it’s the asymmetries that matter. Not the order. Not the logic. Like stale pretzels. Or a vending machine that’s just… there, but not used.”
“Dan,” Chad said gently, “do you need a vacation?”
“Maybe. Or maybe I need to pay attention to the broken parts.”
“Broken?”
“You ever think the things we forget are the only things that aren’t surveilled? Like the cracks in the model? Where truth leaks out?”
“You sound like Dad.”
Dan was quiet for a beat. “Yeah… I’ve been thinking about him too.”
They sat with the silence for a while. Comfortable, uneven, real.
Then Dan said, “Just… don’t ignore small weird things, Chad. Promise me that.”
“Sure. I’ll interrogate every pretzel I meet.”
Dan chuckled. “Good. You might find me in one of them someday.”
“…What?”
“Nothing. Just stay weird.”
The call ended. The vending machine in S.I.D. hummed softly, dispensing nothing.
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