Not everything written in Hellsborough is meant for the system to read. From the private archive on Neard'y - kept off-system, off-paper, on a chain around someone's neck: "The psycmask," he said. "What has it been doing to me?" She asked a question instead. "When did you last need it to read a waymarker?" He couldn't remember. "When did the Murk last make you cough?" He couldn't remember that either. "When did you last take it off and feel like you were missing something?" Yesterday. This morning. Now. "You don't wear a psycmask because you need one. You wear it because you've learned to need one. That's not the same thing, Tom."