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Chapter 78 - Contact Event Alpha
The footage came through just after sunrise. Grainy. Shaky. Recorded on a police body camera that didn’t survive the night.Marks had been the first to see it. Siya found him sitting in the lab, staring at the paused frame on the monitor. His cigarette had burned down to the filter.“What is it?” she asked.He rewound the clip, hit play.The camera followed a line of police officers walking through a deserted industrial zone on the outskirts of Johannesburg. The sound was rough, wind, boots, radio chatter. Then the image panned right, toward a derelict brick structure surrounded by overgrown grass.“Old asylum,” Marks muttered. “Built in the 1920s. Shut down decades ago.”As the officers approached, the hum began. Low. Bone-deep. The kind of sound that made the picture itself shiver. Then, through the fog, hundreds of people came into view, men, women, even children, standing shoulder to shoulder in front of the building. They were chanting. Not in English. Not in any language Siya r
Chapter 77 - Harmonic Awakening
The world hadn’t been silent since the broadcast.Even after the tower was dismantled, after the transmitters were seized and the government called it a “terrorist interference event,” something had changed in the city’s air. The sound had gone underground, inside wiring, inside pipes, inside people.Siya felt it first in her teeth. A faint vibration that never quite stopped. She told herself it was stress, the adrenaline crash from everything that had happened, but when she pressed her hand to her throat, she could feel her pulse matching an inaudible, low yet steady rhythm, that was not her own.At the clinic, Asanda was still weak but stable. The staff were keeping her sedated now; she hummed even in her sleep. Dr. Sophie van der Merwe had moved into one of the unused consultation rooms, turning it into an impromptu lab. She worked through nights, analyzing waveforms from the pirate signal, from Asanda’s old recordings, from whatever scraps of resonance data Siya and Marks could sa
Chapter 76 - Cape Town Broadcast
The hum had followed her into waking. Even after dawn broke through the clinic blinds, Siya could still feel it moving under her skin, a low vibration, faint but constant. She tried to ignore it as she poured coffee into a paper cup, but every ripple on the surface pulsed in rhythm with her heartbeat.Marks sat across from her, exhausted but alert. The radio on the counter was whispering through static, bits of music breaking through the fuzz.Then the static changed. A tone cut through, low, deep, wrong. The same pitch she’d heard in her dream. Siya froze, her cup trembling in her hands.Marks turned up the volume. The signal wavered for a few seconds, then steadied. Beneath the hum, a faint voice looped, distant and distorted. “Don’t be afraid… we are almost through…”Siya’s chest went tight. “That’s Asanda’s voice.”Marks frowned. “Could be a recording.”“No,” Siya said quietly. “It’s her. That’s her childhood tone. I know it.”The station ID flickered through the static, 91.7 FM,
Chapter 75 - Choir Cells
The clinic smelled of bleach and old flowers. Siya sat by her sister’s bed, waiting for Asanda to wake. The city outside still carried the strange silence that had replaced the nightly hum. It wasn’t relief, it was dread. A silence that felt too heavy, as if Cape Town itself was listening.Asanda stirred, her lips parting. Her eyes opened slowly, pupils wide, as if she had returned from someplace deep.“You’re not the only one,” she whispered.Siya leaned forward. “What do you mean?”Asanda’s voice was thin but sharp. “Others like me. Singers. Resonance doesn’t just belong to me. It belongs to many. Some found it by accident. Some were chosen. Some…” She trailed off, her eyes glassing, "never came back.”Siya felt her throat tighten. “Where are they?”Asanda turned her head toward the wall, where faint spirals had once appeared. “Scattered. Hidden. The world called them mad. Locked them in cells. Hospitals, prisons, asylums, but they weren’t mad. They were tuned.”Marks stood in the c
Chapter 74 - Transmission Code 197
The clinic felt smaller with every passing night. Siya had grown used to the hum in the walls at 2:17, but the silence afterward was worse. It left a ringing emptiness, like her bones remembered the sound even when the air didn’t.Marks returned one morning, carrying a dusty reel-to-reel tape in a military archive box. He looked as though he hadn’t slept in days. His jacket smelled of cold air and cigarettes, and his eyes had that familiar weight of a man who had seen too much too fast. He set the box on the cafeteria table without a word.Siya sat across from him. “What now?”He opened the box. Inside, neatly labeled in Russian, was a reel of magnetic tape. A thin paper file accompanied it, filled with faded typewritten sheets.“Where did you get this?” Siya asked.Marks lowered his voice. “Declassified fragments. A contact in Moscow slipped it to me. It was part of a Cold War listening program. They called it Transmission Code 197.”The name hung in the air like smoke. Siya leaned c
Chapter 73 - The Spiral Pathway
The blackout lasted less than two minutes, but it felt like an hour. When the lights flickered back, Siya’s heart was still hammering. Marks stood at the window, staring at the night outside. The city was glowing in patches, some streets dark, others alive with fractured power.“Not just here,” he said. His voice was tight and urgent. “I got alerts from five continents. Same time, same hum. 2:17.”Siya clutched her phone. The screen was littered with notifications, messages, panicked headlines: Hospitals evacuated. Mass hysteria. Patients chanting. Power outages.She whispered, “It’s global now. It’s a net closing around us.”Asanda stirred in bed, her face pale. “No,” she said weakly. “Not closing. Opening.”Siya froze. “What do you mean?”Her sister’s eyes rolled toward the ceiling. “The voices are pulling strings. Threads across the world. I can feel them tighten.”Marks looked back at Siya. “She’s describing a network.”They didn’t sleep. The hum had passed for the night, but thei
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