Visual Calculus
- conversations
- 122
- Locations
- 10
Description
COOL FOR: FORENSIC SCIENTISTS. TACTICAL FIGHTERS. MATH-MINDED PEOPLE.
Visual Calculus verses you not only in the laws of the state, but the laws of nature. It enables you to create virtual crime-scene models in your mind’s eye. You’ll see how a bullet shattered the glass, and from that trace its trajectory with mathematical precision. You’ll also count so many footprints – and at a glance discern shoe size and design; as well as the height, weight, and gender of the one who wore them.
At high levels, Visual Calculus makes the world reveal its secrets to you – but you may be so absorbed by your mind-diorama, you don’t notice as crooks steal your pants. However, at low levels, your mind’s eye will be blind. Reconstructing crime scenes will be difficult without outside help.
Where
10Tasks
113Dialogue
122- "Again?! I can't believe this shit..." He shakes his head, looking like he really is…
- Again you find yourself looking at that big old window...
- The same two neon lit shapes -- a man and a woman. A ray of backward motion explodes from…
- This is the door to the pinball workshop that you left barred on the inside.
- You clearly see footprints in the downy carpet of dust covering the workshop floor.
- "Okay." She puts her coffee mug on the table.
- Wait, stop -- that man, bloated beyond all recognition, was 42?
- Is there something here that would indicate a sniper used this place as a nest for taking…
- You see the lieutenant's familiar shape in the orange jacket. It turns double -- then…
- You see the shape of a prepubescent boy in FALN pants. It turns double -- then triple…
- The chain trails off into the ocean, connecting the island to the supply depot on the…
- An old door, worn by elements, guards the depot. The wind has blown a sand dune in front…
- Softcovers, serialized fantastique and detective stories, 'Animal Adventures', a magazine…
- There's a rain-soaked mattress on a concrete slab, only half-covered by the crumbling…
- The old man stares at the reeds. His face shows no emotion -- only a faint tremor passes…
- Hissing and clicking, the arthropod extends its mandible-like antennae to greet you…
- The tarpaulin cloak swings alone for a while there in the wind. No one's coming for it…
- "Are you shitting me, Harry? Did you not really open the door and are now just telling me…