The voice that emerged from the eighteen-inch zinc-coated iron megaphone was not a song.
It wasn’t a poem.
It didn’t possess the lyrical sweetness of a royal court melody or the tragic passion of a martial battle hymn.
It was a cold, zero-distortion a deep hum Audio Square Wave.
A pure, clockwork, nonstop drone that shook with the unchanging power of a heavy-duty spark transformer running under full commercial load.
“Section 14-B,” Frank spoke through the cast-brass mouth-cone, his vocal rhythm flat, rhythmic, and utterly devoid of pause.
“Forced fall protection harnesses must be tethered to approved load-bearing load-bearing anchors whenever running on floating granite platforms exceeding four feet in finished height.”
The first syllable struck the air between the two granite giant pillars like an iron piston punching through plate glass.
