The system is up. The program looks to be running as planned. But after running the basic tests and shifting his way through the first four parts something happens. A golden book is sitting on the shelf among the titles for bioperl. It shouldn't be there. It can't be there. But it is. He looks at it for several long seconds - a minute stretches by as he considers the book. Everything about it is all wrong for the setting - the shape, the texture and most importantly the color. All the other books are red, green and white. But this is golden - like the autumn sun setting over the hills.
Outside the darkness had replaced the grey light of spring-rain. He felt heavy and confused. The silence was long gone. Night was coming on, but the need to sleep was distant, almost non-existent. There was too much to be done before the next day - and yet, he saw himself power down the machine and head downstairs. Something needed his attention. But somehow his mind kept wandering to a city far away, not yet visited but still a part of his memory.
And then he remembers.
...and he said But only one who does the search can find
