Back at the Bureau's secure analysis room, Maya projected the recovered files onto the specialized display wall. The laboratory had yielded far more than they had initially hoped—Verne's research had evolved significantly since leaving Harmonic Technologies.
"I've never seen patterns like these," Maya signed, her hands moving with uncharacteristic agitation as she traced the visual representation of Verne's sonic formulas. The vibrant colors of her synesthetic perception translated the frequencies into stunning geometric shapes that pulsed and shifted as she manipulated the display.
James sat nearby, his head tilted slightly as he focused on the electronic hum of the equipment. "There's something almost musical in how he's constructed these patterns," he observed. "They're not just rando
