From American Internet Celebrity to God Among Men

172: Chapter 172 The Soundscape Curator and the Resonance in the KitchenFollowing K’s ”consistent” reply came a brief silence. Alex was not in a rush; he knew well that for research of that caliber, every minor verification might require a massive amount of subsequent work to solidify. He focused more of his attention on the world under the sunlight before him.

The wave of submissions for the ”Future Sounds” challenge gradually subsided, and the selected top 100 entries once again displayed breathtaking imagination. For their live stream announcement night, Alex and Taylor decided to set up the venue as a miniature ”Museum of Future Sounds.” They acted as tour guides, leading the audience to ”listen” to the future: someone used modular synthesizers to simulate the sound effect of switching modes on ”emotion visualization glasses”; someone used processed waterphones and metal sheets to create the background sound of an ”artificial ecological rainforest”; someone even submitted a noisy ambient track of an ”interstellar trade market” generated entirely by AI based on text descriptions, filled with an inhuman sense of strangeness and order.

The live stream was filled with futuristic fun, and Alex and Taylor’s commentary leaned more towards discussing the technological imagination and social implications behind the sounds. They even connected with a professor of sound design on the spot to briefly discuss the potential applications of these ”Future Sounds” in science fiction film and television production. The live stream concluded with the announcement of the next challenge theme—”Echoes of Lost Civilizations (imagine and create an iconic sound that a vanished ancient civilization might have possessed)”—pulling the timeline from the future back to the past and sparking heated discussion once again.

The first monthly progress sharing meeting of the platform’s ”Creator Incubation Program” was held at the Echo Vision headquarters. The three selected participants (Emily, who was creating a sound portrait for her younger brother; Carl, the ”Junkyard Poet” skilled at creating rhythms with mechanical waste; and Leslie, an ecological sound recordist focused on recording the sounds of endangered species in nature) showcased their interim results and the challenges they had encountered.

Alex and Taylor attended the meeting in person. They did not provide specific solutions, but instead, as ”creative partners,” they asked key questions to help the three clarify their ideas and mobilized platform resources (such as contacting experts in relevant fields, providing specific equipment support, and assisting in finding display channels) to support them. Seeing the light ignited in the eyes of these three ordinary people because their dreams were being taken seriously, Alex felt more accomplished than any number on a business report. This was exactly the core significance of him building this ”creative value amplifier” ecosystem.

The artistic direction for the Zack Snyder film soundtrack officially began. This was not just about selecting and sequencing tracks, but a deep ”sound re-narration.” Alex and Taylor spent a great deal of time watching the film repeatedly, stripping away the visuals and feeling the rise and fall of the story based solely on the sound. They decided not to arrange the tracks chronologically, but instead to build an independent auditory journey that could exist apart from the film, based on the core concept of ”Data - Memory - Consciousness.” Furthermore, they began creating that special ”Echo work.”

The inspiration came from that ”pure pathos and hope” Alex sensed when the Ark of Consciousness was activated. Instead of using sound materials directly from the film, they selected several sound fragments from the Echo Puzzle that were submitted by users and filled with a sense of ”fragility” and ”resilience”: the steady but faint beeping of a premature infant’s monitor, the rhythmic tapping of a survivor signaling through ruins after an earthquake, the rustling sound of withered plants in the desert persisting in the wind... Combining these with an extremely simple, constantly repeating, and slowly rising piano motif composed by Taylor, they created an instrumental piece titled 《Glimmer Nesting》. It stood as an independent piece, yet echoed the spiritual core of the film from afar.

When Zack heard this demo, he was silent on the other end of the phone for nearly a minute, then said: ”Put it in the album as the final track. It gives the entire journey... a warm destination.” This was the highest form of recognition.

That afternoon, Alex received a new message from K. This time, it was not a sample or a verification request, but a ”Deep Research Cooperation Memorandum (Draft)” with rigorous wording and clear terms.

The core content of the draft was: In view of the unique value and high consistency demonstrated by Alex’s ”special perception mode” in cross-verification, he was invited to become a ”Non-resident Perception Consultant” for a long-term research project titled ”Non-standard Information Carrier Analysis and Interpretation.” The work content mainly included: periodically (e.g., quarterly) receiving and ”perceptually evaluating” safely processed abnormal signal samples or data; participating in ”real-time perception monitoring” of a small number of key experiments under specific secure environments; enjoying the right to be informed of some non-core research progress; and receiving corresponding economic remuneration and resource support far exceeding that of ordinary consultants (the draft listed several items, including access to specific cutting-edge laboratories, channels to obtain rare academic materials, etc.). The obligations were the highest level of confidentiality, as well as ”providing necessary on-site support, provided the project requires it and safety is ensured.”

This was no longer a vague ”interpretation request,” but a formal invitation for cooperation that incorporated him, this ”variable,” into systematic research. Both risks and opportunities were more concrete. On-site support... might mean traveling to a place like Greenland again.

Alex did not respond immediately. He needed time to digest it and also needed to discuss it with the very few people he could trust (such as Taylor, and perhaps The Architect, who might be able to disclose some information). He encrypted and archived the draft.

In the evening, feeling somewhat restless, he walked into the kitchen, intending to make something. Taylor was inside trying out a new baking recipe, and the air was filled with the sweet, warm scent of butter and vanilla. She was humming the piano melody from 《Glimmer Nesting》, focused on piping the batter.

Alex leaned against the doorframe, watching her. The warm yellow light, the sweet energy radiation from the food, Taylor’s peaceful and focused energy field... all of this composed a picture full of the reality of life, forming a sharp contrast with the bitter cold of the ice sheet, the coldness of the code, and the rigor of the contract.

”Need any help?” he asked.

”Help me taste the sweetness of this frosting?” Taylor didn’t even turn her head, handing over a small bowl.

Alex dipped a finger in and put it into his mouth. The sweetness was moderate, with a faint hint of vanilla. But his [Energy Perception] was unconsciously more delicate at this moment; he could even ”feel” the subtle energy fluctuations as the sugar dissolved on his tongue, as well as the subtle, pleasant physiological reaction when his taste buds were activated. A brand new dimension of perception regarding ”taste” seemed to have been inadvertently touched upon.

”It’s just right,” he said, then paused. ”However, if the vanilla flavor were just a little more prominent, it might form a better resonance with the lemon zest in the batter.”

Taylor looked back at him in surprise: ”You know about this too?”

”I don’t,” Alex smiled. ”It’s just a ’feeling’.”

Taylor looked at him suspiciously, then tasted it herself, savoring it carefully, and then her eyes widened slightly: ”It seems... there is something to it. I’ll try adjusting the ratio.” She turned to get the vanilla extract, muttering, ”Your ’feeling’ is getting weirder and weirder; can you even ’feel’ the layers of flavor now?”

Alex just smiled and didn’t explain. Perhaps the newly budding trait of [Information Texture Discrimination] was not limited to sound or energy signals, but could also extend to the nuances of other sensory information? This discovery made the slight annoyance in his heart dissipate quite a bit. The growth of abilities always presents itself in unexpected ways, unconsciously.

Dinner was a simple meal they prepared together. While eating, Alex deliberated and said to Taylor in as relaxed a tone as possible: ”The team from that ’Frontier Acoustics Research Project’ sent a more formal invitation for cooperation. It’s a consultancy role, which might involve some... rather obscure signal analysis, and occasionally might require short-term business trips to some special places.”

Taylor stopped her chopsticks and looked at him seriously: ”Like Greenland?”

”Possibly. But it should be more controllable, after all, it counts as a formal collaboration.” Alex did not completely hide the risks, but he didn’t play up the danger either.

Taylor was silent for a few seconds, then picked up a piece of food and put it into his bowl: ”Decide for yourself. But remember what you promised me. Training, communication, coming back safely, and also... tell me your ’feelings’.”

”I remember,” Alex nodded solemnly.

”That’s good,” Taylor’s tone became relaxed again. ”Anyway, I know now that your ’feeling’ is more accurate than instruments. Maybe it can be used for wine tasting or perfume appreciation in the future, starting a side business.”

The two smiled at each other. Some heavy topics, in their mutual trust and tacit understanding, turned into future options they could face together.

After dinner, Alex was alone in the study, reviewing the cooperation memorandum sent by K once again. He sent a highly encrypted inquiry message to The Architect, asking for an assessment of the security and value of the resource support items mentioned in the draft (especially those laboratories and data channels).

Then, he brought up the system interface. His available popularity had quietly accumulated to a considerable number. He was not in a rush to exchange for new abilities. The trip to the ice sheet and the recent interactions with K made him realize that some abilities need to be exchanged under specific cognitive and demand backgrounds to exert their maximum value. What he needed more now was to digest the existing growth and cultivate the newly budding trait of ”Information Texture Discrimination” in practice.

He looked at the peaceful night sky outside the window. The world remained layered: on the surface were bustling cities, active platforms, successful collaborations, and warm dinners; deep down were frozen codes, whispers from the deep sea, radio pulses, and a cooperation invitation from a secret research field.

And he, standing at the junction, felt the pulse of both. Enjoying the creation and achievements under the sunlight, while also preparing to reach his hand into the undercurrents again, to touch those ”sounds” that were sleeping or from distant time and space. This balance and exploration was precisely his unique ”path to godhood.”