And it was the most beautiful, terrible song he had ever heard.
No, Kael realized, the smile creeping across his own face. That wasn't right.
The black box was in the central server room. He found it easily, a hardened data cylinder nestled in a cradle of sparking wires. As he reached for it, he saw the terminal screen.
We have stopped listening to the silence. The silence has started listening to us.
