"Subscribers in dimension ICN-1610… 10, watch… WATCH out… out… for fractal ra-ra-rain tonight,” said the Undying.
Once again, Sari stormed through the door marked Horatio Wells, Inventor & Gentleman. Wells was, fortunately, taking time for himself, sipping at a fresh, hot cup of tea, which he had become practiced at not spilling when startled.
Throwing a holo-puck on the table, Sari said, “Hayden, look at this.”
“It’s Horatio now,” said Wells. “As your augmented memory banks well know.”
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The holo-puck brought up a live-stream. The screen was filled with different kinds of static, as a blurry, distorted head, or rather heads which appeared to be competing with each other to say the same thing. Eerie and chaotic, it was oddly and nicely framed with an overlay from The Institute for the Multiversal Convergence.
“…various repor… repo… reports from the In-in-institute regarding the INCIDENTS,” they said.
Wells put down his cup. “Is that who I think it is?” he said, referring to the Undying, a strange half-mad digital collective entity made up of fragmented AIs and post-human minds.
“Why is that lunatic streaming?” asked Sari, pouring herself a cup of tea.
“What are they streaming may be the more important question,” said Wells.
“Subscribers in dimension ICN-1610… 10, watch… WATCH out… out… for fractal ra-ra-rain tonight,” said the Undying.
“It looks pretty official,” said Sari.
“It is official,” replied Wells. “But I am curious why they in particular are doing this.”
“This… this… THIS is Spectral Circuit TV,” continued the Undying. “Some of us are sign… si… signing off, but others are ERROR DIV/0…… See you at 16:10… 10… ten recurring…”
“Interesting,” said Wells.
Sari took a sip of her tea. “If Sanura wants outreach, we’re going to need to add some more voices.”
“Let’s see what we can do,” said Wells, firing up his confabulator.