Rikitake Entry No. 012 Suzune Wakakusa Direct

"To the birth of a new Thought-Whale. Not in the ocean. In the psyche of every human connected to the global net. A cacophonic birth." She closed her eyes. "I'm not the anomaly, Warden. I'm the alarm bell you've been locking away."

Today, she took neither.

The warden's voice boomed from overhead speakers: "ENTRY NO. 012. Return to your cell. Lethal countermeasures authorized." Rikitake ENTRY NO. 012 Suzune Wakakusa

Silence. Then the warden's voice, cold and curious: "To what?" "To the birth of a new Thought-Whale

Her crime? She had listened to the Song Below. A cacophonic birth

"I'm sorry," Suzune said, and she meant it. "But you've been containing the wrong thing."

Instead, Suzune pressed her palm against the cold floor. The concrete was embedded with piezoelectric filaments—designed to dampen psychic resonance. But Suzune had spent 411 days learning its harmonic flaws.