The Signal Between
When Alex's vintage white noise generator starts receiving signals from parallel selves, they must choose between infinite connection or singular sanity.
The static had seventeen distinct textures, and Alex Chen had learned to read them like braille. Tonight the pattern felt coarser than usual—granular, almost crystalline—so Alex adjusted the dial on Grandmother's old white-noise generator and waited for the smooth hiss that typically let them sink four layers deep into waveform editing. Outside the garage-studio, cicadas phased and the neighbor's air-conditioning knelled...
