Waaa-087 !!hot!! Now

Elliot’s heart hammered. He reached for the control panel, but the moment his fingers brushed the surface, a surge of energy rippled through the room. The hum rose to a deafening pitch, and his vision split into fragments of light and shadow. He saw flashes of a woman’s face—Dr. Raines—her eyes wide, a tear rolling down her cheek.

He stared at the broken cylinder, at the shattered remnants of a project that had tried to hack the very fabric of consciousness. He could turn it over to the authorities, hand over the data, and walk away. Or he could try to stop the broadcast, to cut off the resonance before it seeped into the city’s wireless infrastructure. WAAA-087