Data Fragment - The Psychology of Sound | |
FAILURE::SIGNAL_DEGRADATION::INVALID_HEADER::CHECKSUM_ERROR::PACKET_LOSS::DATA_SKEW::TRANSMISSION_INTERRUPTED::RETRYING::ERROR::ERROR::ERROR: A product of Clonebank 86, I was steeped in a cacophony. The sounds played like a fractured symphony, encompassing the vacuum of space—a fabled sanctuary of absolute stillness where sounds were unable to propagate, absent a medium to carry vibrations to a receiver. The galactic void offered no conductor for sound, but within the confines of my mind, a clamor of noises clashed, assaulting my senses. Did these sounds brazenly mock the laws of physics, existing within the vacuum, or was it simply within my mental landscape? I questioned the veracity of my own perception — was that the engine's thrum, or just another figment lurking in my skull? I could hear the rumbling rhythmic roar of the Embark engine. Then, the sudden sounds of something sinister. Ferals scraped the hull like the blunted talons of a Carrion Shrieker, an explosion, then a deafening silence. Like an infinite thread, death was woven into the fabric of my being, a constant, familiar rhythm. ESTABLISHED::HANDSHAKE_COMPLETE::DATA_STREAM_ACTIVE::PACKET_TX_NOMINAL::OPTIMAL_THROUGHPUT_ACHIEVED:: I was reawakened by The Keeper. The sonification of data from the Trinary filled the hull. The wailing of the three hypermassive black holes had an ethereal quality, comforting my psyche. A calm washed over me as my biological shell accepted the link. This was unlike the last, whose attempt had culminated in a neural jack-in failure. Pulses of light transmitted through silicates, housed in carbonaceous materials, fed the menu driven interface known as The Terminal. A simple directive appeared, “Join The Feed.” I have spoken to Byron DuMont before. His words were the summons from the maw of a voracious animal. I knew I was destined to become Driftborn. Witho::TRUNCATED:: FILE_FRAGMENTS::BUFFERING.. PACKET_STREAM_ ONGOING::LAST_SEQ_## |
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