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“How long until the broadcast finishes?”

The woman looked up. Her eyes weren’t her own. They flickered with green waveforms. “Tnzyl sent you,” she said, but the voice wasn’t hers either. It was layered, harmonic, wrong. “They built me to make music. Then they called me a defect.” tnzyl-voloco-mhkr

“I opened a door,” Voloco sang through her. The tape on her throat began to peel, lifted by a subsonic vibration. “The mhkr tower amplifies truth. Want to hear what Tnzyl is really manufacturing?” “How long until the broadcast finishes

The rain kept falling sideways. Kaelen looked at his hand—the one holding the Tnzyl-issued gun. Then he looked at the tower, at the woman, at the truth vibrating in the air. ” she said