Chapter 7The next afternoon
The sound waves, flowing through the acoustic chamber, clashed violently, two sets of lines clearly at odds with each other.
Kailyn studied the lines intensely. Near the top of the chamber, a two-square-foot space where sound waves could be seen and manipulated, three lines barely moved. The amplification was so minimal that they were almost flat.
Kai looked at the waves on the bottom, four lines that moved erratically, clashing and bumping into each other.
Turning the knobs on the control panel, she adjusted the top two waves to match one of the frenetic ones below. Then very slowly, she began to increase the gain on the monitor to force the lower waves into a more powerful attitude in relation to the top ones.
“There it is,” she whispered, more to herself
