From American Internet Celebrity to God Among Men

188: Chapter 188 A Lament for Rust and a Star Map on a NapkinThe studio in the Malibu home had gradually transformed into a peculiar ”energy-sound” conversion laboratory. Under their day-to-day collaborative polishing, Taylor’s EP began to reveal clear outlines and stunning texture.

She titled the EP ”echoes of the boundary stone.” The cover was an abstract image she had created by collaging small objects collected along their journey—Mayan leaves, Nordic pebbles, highland copper coins—combined with some electronic components and wires, then photographed and digitally processed against a black background. It was filled with a sense of collision across time and culture.

Musically, she boldly used Alex’s abstract track ”pressure gradient” as the opening, directly ”pushing” the listener into a deep, pressurized silence. The follow-up, ”deep blue waiting,” felt like ascending from the deep sea, a melody carrying longing and light. The subsequent tracks, which fused field recordings, presented in turn the mysterious rhythm of the jungle, the cold echoes of the fjords, and the ethereal solemnity of the plateau, finally concluding with a warm piece titled ”Homing Frequency”—inspired by the first peaceful morning after returning home, mixing the sound of a coffee machine, seagulls calling, and her own incredibly relaxed humming.

Alex’s role was more like the ultimate ”texture calibrator.” When Taylor played the ninth mixed version of the ”echoes of the boundary stone” demo for him, he closed his eyes, his Information Texture Discrimination fully activated, like the most precise analyzer, examining every subtle emotional fault line, energy congestion, or color deviation within the flow of sound.

”On the third track, in the 0.5 seconds when the jungle raindrop synthetic rhythm enters, the energy cut-in is a bit ’hard,’ interrupting the slippery feel established before. It needs a smoother fade-in.”

”On the sixth track, for that synthesizer melody simulating Viking horns, the mid-range could be ’worn down’ a bit more. Add a tiny bit of distortion, something like metal fatigue; it will be closer to that desolate, ancient feeling.”

”On the final track, your humming and the high-frequency wind chimes pair well, but the ultra-low frequency electronic underlay in the background... it could be five percent ’warmer,’ making it feel more like an embrace rather than a wrapping.”

His suggestions were specific to the point of being metaphysical, yet they always hit the mark. After Taylor made micro-adjustments based on these suggestions, the effects were often immediate; the entire EP sounded more cohesive, and the emotional flow was incomparably smooth. This collaboration left Taylor both amazed and dependent: ”With these ears of yours, can you even hear the ’molecular structure’ of sound?”

”I listen for ’relationships,’” Alex attempted to explain. ”Whether the ’energy relationships’ between sound elements, and between the sound and the emotional core you want to express, are harmonious, smooth, and tense.”

Just as they were immersed in the final refinements, good news came from Marcus: The ”Sound Fossils of Industrial Heritage” theme was live! The operations team had meticulously crafted a teaser video, showcasing several examples: the howling of wind tunnels inside the cooling towers of an abandoned power station, the slow operation sounds of individual parts of an old loom, the heavy ”clack” of a rusty railway switch being manually thrown... The teaser’s copy read: ”Before the era of efficiency-first, machines once had their own breath and sighs. Before they fell silent, what were their final sounds?”

The theme once again precisely struck the hearts of platform users who loved exploration and nostalgia. Submissions poured in quickly, many works filled with poetry and a sense of history. One user uploaded the rhythmic ”da-da” sound of their grandfather’s long-defunct 1950s film projector idling, accompanied by a text about memories between grandfather and grandchild; another user recorded the unique, friction-filled hum of an elevator in an old department store about to be demolished, along with the crisp ”ding” when it reached a floor.

What impressed Alex the most was a submission from a former steelworker, who had used a safety hammer to strike ”scales” on scrap steel plates with varying degrees of rust. He explained: ”Different degrees of rust make the sound ’dull’ or ’bright’ differently. This dullest piece was soaked in acid rain; this one with a bit of metallic ring was left in a dry indoor environment... These are the last songs my old buddies can sing.”

Alex immediately had the operations team feature this ”Rust Scale” and the submitter’s story. It perfectly fit the theme and was full of human warmth. The platform once again proved its unique eye for discovering the ”extraordinary in the ordinary.”

On Friday night, Alex and Taylor decided to go out to eat at a casual French bistro in downtown Los Angeles that they both liked, as a way to celebrate the EP nearing completion and to take a breather from the studio.

The restaurant was warmly lit, with whispered conversations. They ordered simple dishes and a nice bottle of red wine. Chatting about the details of the EP, interesting submissions on the platform, and the trivial joys of daily life over the past few weeks since returning, the atmosphere was cozy.

During dessert, Alex’s phone vibrated very slightly in his pocket. It was an encrypted message notification from Lin (Team K). He calmly picked up his napkin to wipe his mouth and said to Taylor, ”I’m going to the restroom.”

In the restroom stall, he quickly read the message. The content was more interesting and open-ended than expected: ”Based on the primary screening model built from the ’History’ data, after the initial run, seventeen ’potential secondary association points’ have been marked globally. Most of them are sparsely distributed with weak signal characteristics. But one cluster has attracted attention: located in a certain island region in the South Pacific, there are three marked points with potential connections in time, space, and characteristics. Preliminary speculation suggests that this region may contain a relatively ’active’ or ’higher residual intensity’ secondary node, or may have been a ’hotspot area’ in the history of this phenomenon. Attached is the preliminary analysis briefing (non-technical summary version) and public geographic and cultural background information for the region. For your perusal in your spare time, no immediate action is required. The team is conducting further data mining and model optimization.”

South Pacific islands? The images of azure seas, blue skies, volcanoes, and the distant seafaring legends of the Polynesians immediately surfaced in Alex’s mind. This place sounded much more like a ”vacation” than ice fields, the deep sea, or highland ruins, but the labels of ”potential secondary node” or ”historical hotspot” cast a veil of mystery over it.

He encrypted and archived the message, washed his hands, and returned to his seat with a normal expression.

”What’s wrong?” Taylor acutely noticed the flash of light in his eyes. ”Work news?”

”Sort of,” Alex didn’t hide it, saying in as relaxed a tone as possible, ”From K, the model ran some new results. It mentioned some islands in the South Pacific, possibly with some... interesting ’historical acoustic phenomenon’ remnants. They gave us some materials to look at when we have time, just for background reading.” He specifically emphasized ”we” and ”background reading.”

Taylor raised an eyebrow and scooped up a spoonful of crème brûlée: ”South Pacific? Sounds more suitable for a vacation than Greenland or Tibet. Does the material mention anything delicious or good to listen to?”

”I’ll keep an eye out,” Alex smiled. ”Maybe there are records about ocean tides, volcanoes, and ancient canoe sailing chants.”

”That’s more like it.” Taylor nodded with satisfaction. ”Next time if we go for ’field reading,’ I’ll have to learn how to weave leis and do the hula in advance.”

The two smiled at each other, turning the possibilities of the future into jokes at the dinner table.

On the way home, Taylor drove, and Alex looked at the night scenery passing by the window. The South Pacific... a new coordinate with tropical flair was quietly marked on the world map in his heart. It didn’t necessarily represent immediate danger or a mission, but rather a newly opened window, filled with sunshine and sea breezes, with another expanse of blue outside that might hold ancient secrets.

With his abilities in hand, a partner by his side, a stable career, and a path ahead. This feeling was good.

Back home, Taylor went to take a shower first. Alex opened his computer, pulled up the non-technical summary briefing and island data sent by Lin, and quickly browsed through them. The data showed that the region had a history of frequent earthquakes and volcanic activity, and indigenous culture was full of myths and legends about ”groans of the earth,” ”whispers of the ocean,” and ”voices of stellar guidance.” In modern times, there were also some scattered records from travelers about ”abnormal echoes” or ”inexplicable periodic low-frequency noises” in specific bays or caves. Everything remained at the level of ”interesting possibilities,” far from the point of needing action.

He closed the data and walked into the living room. Taylor had finished her shower and was sitting on the sofa in her bathrobe, drying her hair. He walked over, took the towel, and helped her wipe it gently.

”Finished reading?” Taylor asked, looking up.

”Yeah, some legends and vague records, quite interesting, but nothing conclusive.” Alex said. ”More like a... potential ’story setting’.”

”Then let’s save it for now.” Taylor narrowed her eyes comfortably. ”After our ’echoes of the boundary stone’ is released, after the ’Industrial Heritage’ event has had its fun, maybe we can... plan a real vacation with recording equipment? And ’read’ the sky, ocean, and rocks of that place along the way?”

”Sounds like a perfect plan.” Alex lowered his head and kissed the top of her hair, which carried a fresh scent.

In the dead of night, Alex pulled up the system interface. Available popularity was steadily accumulating, his abilities were stable, everything was in the best state. He stored the coordinates and initial impressions of the ”South Pacific islands,” like collecting an exotic stamp, into a folder in his consciousness named ”Future Possibilities.”

The current focus was to witness the birth of Taylor’s ”echoes of the boundary stone,” to safeguard the continued prosperity of the ”Echo” platform ecosystem, and to enjoy this hard-won, peaceful daily life filled with creation and love.

The call of the distant islands was faint, like the tides, having its own rhythm. And his ship—when to set sail, where to head—the initiative was always in his hands.