The shifting green geometry continued to rotate across the glass screen, casting a cold, technological tint over the dust motes hanging in the air. Delon forced his eyes away from the anomalous spiral pattern, stepping through the reinforced blast door into the main transmission control room. The chamber was cavernous, completely filled with ancient analog signal transmitters, massive copper grounding rods, and thick bundles of black cabling that snaked across the floor plates like exposed roots. The smell of hot zinc, electrical grease, and decaying copper insulation hung heavily in the enclosed space, creating a suffocating pressure that seemed to amplify the low, collective drone of the transmitter tubes.
"The internal anomalies can be analyzed later, scientist," Erica said, her fing
