Helmeted  Jacob  walks in,  tête  down as he inspects the  ruches , listening for significant microtones, or simply amused by some of the simpler out-of-tune songs he hears coming out of the dusty fans (one of which actually manages a passable version of the Alphabet Song, using squeaks and thumps to punctuate the sections of the tune).     A l'intérieur des cibles, je pressentais des âmes. J'abandonnais mon ancien moi.