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Nicholas Boothman
They sat without speaking. Outside, a tram
rattled past, but its bell made no sound.
“Maybe the world doesn’t want noise anymore,”
Carolina said softly.
Henry shook his head. “No. It’s addicted to it.
That’s why silence feels holy.”
Their waiter approached, but the words died in
his throat. He stood frozen, eyes blank, lips moving
with no sound. The hum returned—low, resonant,
crawling up the glass windows like frost.
Carolina’s analyzer beeped wildly. “There’s a
field here!”
Henry grabbed her wrist. “Move.”
They ran into the rain. The hum thickened until
it pressed against their skulls. People on the street
stopped mid-stride, caught in invisible glue. A dog
barked once and fell silent.
The world blinked out for two full seconds.
When sound returned, Carolina was on her knees,
blood at her nose.
Henry helped her up. “What was that?”
“Mirror test,” she gasped. “A micro-burst to
measure resistance. They’re scanning consciousness
through reflected surfaces.”
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