The paint on the master switchboard had begun to blister.
Atop the central eighty-foot pylon of the Tribulation Load Balancer, the air was hot enough to scorch the inside of Lin Ke’s throat with every intake of breath.
Looking down, the valley was a sea of shimmering mirages.
Looking up, the first artificial sun had crossed into the lower cloud deck, its blinding solar radiance vaporizing the storm clouds into dry, thin wisps of ozone.
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To link forty-eight underground earth-shaking anchor nodes into a timed together land-wide heat sink, Lin Ke couldn’t simply pull a lever.
He had to maintain an active, real-time divine sense tether to forty-eight deep-rock junction points five hundred feet beneath the crust, constantly adjusting the phase angles, flow pushback balances, and magnetic-pull chokes to prevent a nearby deep ringing hum that would shatter the land-wide plate.
Forty-eight concurrent real-time data streams.
