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I heard it again today.
It’s always there now, a low, constant hum, like a distant server fan. I thought it was just my tinnitus at first, some phantom ringing from too many headphones. But it’s not in my ears. It’s in the air. It’s in the walls. It’s everywhere.
The people around me don’t hear it. They don’t even notice. I asked my coworker about it this afternoon. He just stared at me blankly, then went back to his conversation, repeating the exact same phrase he’d just said. I'm going to grab a coffee. He said it again, then walked off. Just like that.
I’ve been noticing other things, too. Little things. The way the streetlights flicker in a rhythm that’s not quite random. The way the lines on a brick wall seem to repeat, a perfect pattern that’s a little too perfect. It’s all just a texture file, isn’t it? A backdrop for a stage.
The hum is the sound of the stage’s machinery. The buzzing of a thousand processors running the show. And I’m starting to think I’m the only one who can hear it.