From American Internet Celebrity to God Among Men

119: Chapter 119 Heartbeat and EchoThe meeting location was a warehouse in Santa Monica that looked like a high-end photography studio. Walking inside felt like stepping into a prop room for a sci-fi movie. The air had a particularly clean scent, and cold white linear lighting made everything look sharp and clear, with no traditional windows in sight.

The representative from Organization D this time went by the code name ”The Architect.” She was a capable and composed Asian woman who spoke at a measured pace, yet every word hit a key point. She didn’t carry any folders or notebooks, but when she began her explanation, corresponding holographic images would materialize in the air, as if her thoughts could directly manipulate light.

Alex only brought Hank. Taylor stayed in Brentwood, surrounded by a room full of instruments and effect processors, searching for the first line of the melody that the ”grand finale song” deserved.

”Your ’Resonance Era’ idea is bold. Especially the part about wanting the venues in New York and Los Angeles to link up like two hands controlled by the same brain.” The Architect got straight to the point, waving her hand to summon a stage model. It was a massive cube filled with mechanical aesthetics, fluidly splitting, sliding, and recombining in virtual space to form breathtaking aerial stages and walkways. ”This, we can do. The materials are light and strong enough, and the mechanical arms will allow you to run and jump on them safely—even ’fly’ for a bit. This is the first piece of the puzzle.”

Alex nodded as he watched the shifting stage. This was within his expectations and served as the ”shock” foundation of his plan.

”The difficult part comes after,” The Architect said, shifting the scene to a panoramic dome simulation of the Los Angeles venue. ”You want the entire venue to ’breathe’ and ’change color’ based on the audience’s emotions, and you want two stages thousands of miles apart to interact as if they were face-to-face. There are two tough nuts to crack here.”

She played a short test video: a blurry, shaking silhouette with obvious latency and jagged edges. ”This is the current state of ’Real-time Remote Holography.’ It’s delayed, unstable, and the costs are staggering. To achieve the kind of ’perfectly synchronized chorus’ you described, the success rate is less than seventy percent.”

The warehouse fell silent for a moment, save for the low hum of equipment.

Alex stared at the imperfect image without speaking. His Cultural Trend Anchoring ability glowed faintly in his mind, suggesting another possibility. Sometimes, things that are too perfect lack the warmth of reality.

”What if...” he began slowly, a bold idea springing to mind, ”we don’t aim for ’perfect synchronization’?”

Both The Architect and Hank looked at him.

”If the image from New York reaches Los Angeles with a slight ghosting effect, like looking at old footage across time; if the chorus from both sides sounds like an intentional layered Echo because of that fraction of a second delay...” Alex’s eyes sparkled. ”What if we turn technical ’imperfection’ into artistic ’uniqueness’? We tell the audience this isn’t just a simple video link; it’s an ’Echo’ spanning across space—a beautiful margin of error that inevitably occurs when two cities and two energies attempt to resonate.”

The Architect was stunned. She pushed up her glasses, and for the first time, a look appeared in her eyes that wasn’t part of a calculation—a human spark of interest. ”...That’s a very unique perspective. From a purely technical implementation standpoint, the difficulty and cost would drop significantly. However, the artistic effect... would need careful design, otherwise it’ll just look like a live broadcast accident.”

”That is the part we will venture into together,” Alex said with conviction.

The Architect pondered for a moment before nodding. ”Fine, we can explore this direction further. But there’s another even thornier issue—’Emotion Visualization.’ How do you know if the ten thousand-plus people in the audience are currently excited, moved, or bored? And how can you make the lighting and visuals flow with these invisible emotions?”

She pulled up a complex sensor diagram. ”We’ve conceptualized a system that doesn’t read minds but captures an overall ’Heatmap’—are people sitting or jumping? How large is the surge of cheering? We can even obtain anonymous heartbeat data through simple wristbands worn voluntarily. By feeding this ’big data’ into a smart algorithm, it can drive the dome’s lighting and imagery, creating an overall emotional landscape. However, this requires extensive data training and... a test during a real performance without alarming the audience. This touches on a legal gray area regarding privacy; you must be clear on this and give your consent.”

Alex fell silent. Privacy had always been a red line he carefully avoided. Using the system to gain influence was one thing, but infringing on the private sphere of individuals was another.

”The data must be completely fragmented and anonymized so that no single person can be tracked,” he said in a serious, non-negotiable tone. ”Before the test, the ticket terms must clearly state in plain language that technical experiments to enhance the experience may occur, giving the audience the right to be informed. Finally, the system’s output must be abstract artistic light and shadow, never any form of ’emotion report’ or ’audience analysis’.”

”Reasonable. That is our bottom line as well,” The Architect agreed, appearing as though she had expected him to say that. ”Then, one last reminder.” Her voice dropped slightly. ”Recently, some capital with ’special backgrounds’ in the market has become particularly interested in technologies that can capture group reactions. There’s been frequent acquisition activity. You must protect your core technology well.”

Alex’s gaze sharpened as he exchanged a look with Hank. This reminder was timely.

Leaving the warehouse and getting into the car, the Los Angeles sun shone down. Hank gripped the steering wheel and said in a low voice, ”We have a technical path, but there are plenty of pitfalls. If that emotion capture system gets misinterpreted by the media...”

”That’s why we need to stay ahead of the rumors,” Alex said, rubbing his brow as his mind raced. ”Announce the first major project of the ’Sound of Echoes’ foundation as soon as possible. Get endorsements from the most authoritative medical schools and charities to emphasize the ’healing’ and ’artistic’ attributes of our technology, drawing a clear line away from ’surveillance.’ Meanwhile, have Marcus and Attorney Lauren prepare PR contingency plans. We also need to make Universal and the city government our ’community of interest’ early on, so they’ll help maintain the project’s social image.”

He glanced at the system interface that only he could see. Those 18 million-plus available points were flashing. The expensive, mysteriously described transcendent abilities in the list seemed to require a deeper ”resonance” to unlock. Perhaps the kind of ”one heart among ten thousand” live experience the ”Resonance Era” aimed to create was the key?

His phone vibrated, and a message from Marcus popped up, the words oozing busyness and pressure: ”The officials in New York and Los Angeles are very enthusiastic, but they’re also asking for a steep price—they want to carve out a huge chunk of the cultural tourism revenue. Universal’s top brass are asking about the technical partners’ backgrounds again, sounding a bit uneasy. Also, the CEO of ’Summit Creative’ called directly, saying that no matter who our current partner is, they’re willing to offer a higher price, with any conditions we want.”

Trouble never comes alone. Alex let out a breath.

”Reply to Marcus,” he told Hank. ”Tell both cities that the revenue split is negotiable, but it depends on how much tangible support they can actually provide—how many streets they’ll close, how much police force they’ll deploy, and how much official media prime-time promotion they’ll give. Convert those into a resource list before we talk money. As for Summit Creative... decline politely. Say the core team for the ’Resonance Era’ is already closed, but we appreciate their strength and could cooperate in the future. Then, in my name, invite the Chairman of the Board of Universal Music to visit next week and see the ’muscles’ of our ’Echo Vision’.”

He needed to reassure his allies, deter those eyeing his work, and at the same time, keep a firm grip on his two true trump cards: ”technical breakthrough” and ”artistic uniqueness.”

The car headed toward Brentwood. As they neared the house, Alex’s phone rang again. It was Taylor.

A few guitar chords came through the other end, somewhat hesitant yet carrying a strange allure. ”I think... I’ve caught onto something.” Taylor’s voice sounded excited yet uncertain. ”A melody—it sounds like both a reunion and a farewell... and also a bit like two signals searching for each other in the vastness of space. I can’t quite describe it, but why don’t you come back and listen?”

Alex’s mouth curled up, and the day’s tension seemed to loosen slightly at this simple sharing. ”Okay, I’ll be there soon.”

The silhouette of the house appeared ahead. It wasn’t just a residence; it was a creative sanctuary and the starting point of another battlefield. A clever solution had been found for the technical hurdles, the business and political chess game was proceeding step by step, and most importantly, that song finally seemed to have a heartbeat.