...so vague when at first this image came to her. Glowing, beating, throbbing, pulsing, alive...and yet...not. Rivets and gears, pulleys and pumps.
Ba-dum. Whoosh. Ba-dum. Whoosh. Ba-dum. Whoosh.
Across the ocean Agent AltarielValice awoke with a start, putting pencil to paper as if in a trance. Had someone the mind to look at their scanner they would have seen XM surrounding her in concentric circles for kilometers, her bedroom the focal point, her mind the conduit.