Essex is a city of light, but also sound.
The music of the Festival has long sinc grown quiet. As the sun tends towards the horizon you can feel the tension in the town. You feel it in its stillness.
The Monster is still out there. No one has answers.
The Grave Music, just a few minutes ago, passed over your conciousness like a slowly encroaching fog bank. It passed over and through you and
You thought you heard it speak. But not in any language you know.
[[Turn on the Radio]]
The staticy voice of The Scientist drifts through the speakers. It sounds like he's been talking for a while. His voice is rough.
The guy's perpetually haggard. But with Amberdraught over his shoulder like some kind of political albatross you honestly understand.
"What I'm trying to communicate," the chiptune Scientist on the radio continues "Is that what we //just// experienced was the Fountainhead trying to communicate with us in the way we have begun to teach it."
"I am //convinced// that if we can only increase the functional intelligence of this biomachine to that of even a //young// lineage that it could answer our questions about this Monster."
[[Oh?]]
"Feed it." The Scientist implores you tinnily. "Those Syphonic Lattices - they contain the memory of music. To a machine that data exists nonlinearly."
"It can experience it //now// and benefit from it at the speed it processes //any// data. As quickly as we feed it - it will grow in complexity."
[[Huh. Okay.]] "We have also discovered, through the efforts of the Essex citizenry, that the Symphonic Lattice can be used to mesmerize the Monster if you activate them within several feet of the thing. It seems to...find it irritating."
"We do NOT know what this does beyond momentarily staggering the beast. But the strike team in question managed to stop a raid by the monster using this method."
"If you find yourself in danger - I hope you are fortunate enough to have a Crystal close at hand."
[[Well. That's more information than you've had so far.]] "But we need something more. Something to push this process forward."
The Scientist takes a deep breath - it sounds like a metallic wheeze through the speakers.
"The high science of aecoustics posits, correctly, that in order for sonic vibrations to have meaning and order - there must be a mind to inturpret them. There must be an identity, a diode, a mouthpiece.
[[And?]]
"The Fountainhead //is// producing information. We're even receiving it. But we're not equipped to process it in a useful way. It possesses will. It possesses intent. We're just...Dissonant.
"But the term is relative. If the vast majority of organic life is dischordent compared to the Fountainhead - there must be a mutation among our population that is ''Conosant.''
[[Conosant?]]
"The law of large numbers tells me that there must be a single induvidual in the city of Essex who can serve as the mouthpiece for our tiny and stupid god. We have achieved resonance with the Fountainhead before. We can do it again.
"We're going to build a radio."
"And every radio needs a Crystal."
[[Turn off the Radio.]] OOC:
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