The Curse of Intention

A million computer cables, snaking among what looked like marching towers of servers, all wired to silent cooling fans. And then onward to a series of interlocking steel pipes that disappeared underground. A sonic phenomenon still being studied today, one which had taken thirty years of research to master. The mechanism stretched for about twenty yards and rose off the floor by about nine feet. By then, having skimmed the papers Gwen had brought with her to a little over on that day, I sort of knew what he was looking at and what it was meant to do. But I didn't know how to interrupt the process - based on how ridiculous its premise was.