Book 4. Chapter 2
Brin felt his consciousness split off, and knew at once that he was the copy. He knew that wasn't really how it worked since every thread was the real him, but he couldn't help feel that he was a clone. He would do a job and then he would end. He knew he was the copy, because he couldn't control his body—that was left to the main thread. This was by design, he didn't want his other threads accidentally flinching or tripping because of something they saw through an Invisible Eye. It had actually been quite tricky to make it happen, and would’ve been impossible if he hadn’t taken up [Meditation] again.
When Brin had asked Hogg for help getting the most out of his [Multithreading] Skill, he'd been given a long list of meditation exercises to go through. He'd taken [Meditation] as a General Skill again, and it was already up to level 11.
If he kept up his meditation training, soon he would be able to split off separate threads without speeding up his perception of time, though he wasn't sure exactly how that was going to work. For now, he was stuck doing mostly preparatory exercises.
The thread of Brin knew what he was supposed to be doing, so he dutifully went to work. First, he went to the controller, a log run by a directed thread that was in charge of telling all the other threads where to go. It assigned a section of glass where live recordings were stored, so he could use that to watch Marksi with an Invisible Eye.
Actually, what was his name? He was Brin, sure, but which one? He wouldn't know until he said something in the master log. He was supposed to do that anyway.
CT1: Online.
CT1: Found the feed being recorded by DT3. Observing Marksi.
So his name was CT1, huh? He really should get better at naming his variables. Except he was literally the only person that would ever read this, and he always knew what he meant, so did it really matter? Besides, thread or not, he couldn’t stop thinking of himself as Brin.
He turned his attention to the feed and saw Lurilan.