As soon as your mind starts really working off the vibes, sensing all the little connections between the data points, churning out a real smash conspiracy to report on, you are knocked back to the reality of your office and the late hour by a loud burst of chittering noises from the ceiling panels. At first you try to shake it off, slide back into your thoughtful groove of conspiracist mentalism, the apophenic genius that made you a star, but, damn, the noise!