From American Internet Celebrity to God Among Men

181: Chapter 181: Prelude to the Next ChapterIn the first few days back in Los Angeles, life returned to a reassuring rhythm.

Sunshine, the coast, and the familiar scent of the studio quickly washed away the deep-seated silence and pressure brought back from the deep sea.

Neither Alex nor Taylor was in a hurry to dive into a new grand project; instead, they were like untying tight guitar strings, enjoying a long-lost, pure daily life.

In the mornings, Alex would spend half the day at the Echo Vision headquarters, handling the backlog of administrative tasks and listening to Marcus’s reports on the platform’s various data.

Everything was growing healthily, the long-tail effect of the ”Echo of Traces” exhibition was still fermenting, and the discussions in the community about ”subtle observation” and ”slow creation” remained heated.

He approved the operations team’s new proposal: adding an irregular ”Deep Listening Lab” special project alongside the regular Echo Puzzle themes.

The theme for the first installment was set as ”Infrasound of the City Pulse,” encouraging users to use basic mobile phone functions or simple peripherals to try to capture and record the extremely low-frequency vibrations usually ignored in the urban environment (such as the conduction of subways through the ground, the distant hum of large machinery, or even the resonance of wind and building structures), and to share their discovery locations and auditory/sensory descriptions.

”We aren’t asking them to perform professional acoustic measurements,” Alex explained at the internal meeting, ”but to spark a curiosity to pay attention to the underlying sound energy that shapes our living environment but is often ’heard without listening.’ This is both a deepening of the ’Trace’ theme and a form of alternative urban exploration.”

In the afternoons, he mostly spent time in the studio at his Malibu home.

Taylor was also there, with both of them occupying their own spaces, not interfering with each other, yet sharing the same air filled with creative energy.

Taylor was refining the arrangement of deep blue waiting, intending to release it as a formal, independent instrumental work and possibly incorporating it into the overall concept of her next personal EP.

Alex had no clear goal, just casually playing with synthesizers, effects units, and that old Nagra, trying to interpret some vague perceptual impressions and emotional fragments from his return from the deep sea into sound.

He didn’t deliberately try to ”reproduce” those abnormal signals; that would be too dangerous and meaningless.

He was simply immersing himself in the fresh sensation of ”energy transfer in a dense medium.”

With the support of Information Texture Discrimination and his reinforced underwater perception experience, he made extremely subtle adjustments to his commonly used timbres—making a bass foundation sound more ”enveloping and slowly diffusing,” making a delay effect simulate a ”turbid Echo” similar to sound reflecting multiple times in complex water bodies, and even attempting to use specific frequency modulation to create a faint auditory texture similar to ”micro-cracks under pressure.”

These adjustments were so subtle that they were almost imperceptible to the average listener, but Taylor, listening to the experimental sounds drifting through the wall from the next room, would occasionally stop her work, tilt her head to listen, and then a knowing smile would appear on her face.

She knew he was ”interpreting” things that only he could ”feel” again.

A few days later, a six-minute, untitled piece of pure electronic ambient music was born.

Alex listened to it a few times himself and named it pressure gradient.

He called Taylor over to listen together.

The work had no obvious melody or rhythm; it was more like an abstract painting drawn with sound about ”depth” and ”dynamics in stillness.”

It was quiet, continuous, carrying a hypnotic inward traction, yet full of extremely subtle energy fluctuations and texture changes in the details.

After listening, Taylor closed her eyes and remained silent for a long while before saying: ”I feel like... I’ve been taken into a very dark, very quiet, but not completely dead-silent water. I can feel the water moving slowly, I can feel something moving very slowly far away... It’s not scary; it’s a kind of... vast loneliness? But it’s also very safe, because I know I am part of this vastness.”

Her description almost precisely articulated some of the subconscious feelings Alex wanted to express when creating it.

”It’s yours,” Alex said, sending the audio file to her, ”If you think it’s suitable, it could be the Intro or a transition segment for one of the songs on your new EP.”

Taylor’s eyes lit up: ”That’s great! It can form a very interesting dialogue with the mood of deep blue waiting—one is the waiting and watching above the sea, the other is the immersion and perception below the sea.”

She had already begun to conceive how to arrange the two together.

The tacit understanding and mutual nourishment in their creativity made their daily life after returning full of abundant joy.

There were no new urgent tasks from Team K, just periodic processed, non-core ”comparison samples” sent for Alex to perform routine perception calibration exercises, accompanied by brief technical notes.

These exercises were more like brain gymnastics to maintain ”perceptual acuity,” and Alex enjoyed them, viewing them as another form of ability training.

Occasionally, he would also send his daily sound experiment fragments (duly screened for safety, of course) to Team K as ”samples of perceptual products under specific emotions or environments,” enriching their dataset.

This communication was professional and plain, yet it established a unique trust based on shared secrets and mutual need.

On the weekend, they invited three members of the Creator Incubation Program to visit the Malibu studio for an informal progress follow-up and inspiration exchange.

Emily brought the latest version of the sound interactive program she developed for her younger brother, adding an ”emotional resonance” function that automatically generates simple melodies based on environmental sounds, with surprising results.

Carl showed his design for a ”mechanical bird” installation driven by waste Gear and springs for the upcoming art exhibition, which emitted complex and pleasant tinkling sounds when in motion.

Leslie shared her progress on collaborating with a documentary team, who planned to use the endangered bird calls she recorded as the thematic motif for an environmental short film.

Seeing that the three people’s projects had received initial assistance on the platform and were steadily developing along their own unique paths, Alex and Taylor were genuinely happy.

They provided further advice and resource matching, and the atmosphere was more like a group of like-minded friends exchanging ideas than a superior-subordinate report.

”You have proven that Echo is not just a platform for publishing works,” Alex concluded, ”It can be the starting point of creativity, an accelerator for growth, and a lighthouse for like-minded people to gather. Keep your unique ’frequency’ and continue to speak.”

In the evening, after seeing the guests off, Alex and Taylor took a walk along the beach.

The sunset cast long shadows of the two.

The tide receded, revealing the wet sand covered with shells, the tracks of small crabs crawling, and the fleeting textures washed out by the waves.

”Look,” Taylor pointed to the intricate marks on the beach, ”’Traces’ again. Nature is creating every moment, and erasing every moment.”

”That’s why recording is so precious.” Alex bent down to pick up a piece of smooth, colorful sea glass, looked at it against the sunset, ”Especially those that are about to disappear, or were never noticed in the first place.”

He handed the glass to Taylor.

Taylor took it, held it in her palm, feeling its warmth after being polished by the waves.

”Just like those sounds in the deep sea; they might have been ringing there for billions of years, but no one went to listen. Now, you’ve heard them and recorded them.”

”And turned them into pressure gradient and deep blue waiting in our music.” Alex added with a smile.

”That’s what we do, right?” Taylor hooked her arm into his, ”Translating those unheard sounds into a form that more people can ’feel’.”

”Yes, a gentle ’Interpreter’.”

The sea breeze blew gently, carrying the salty taste and the chill of the coming night.

Alex’s Energy Perception spread softly, incorporating the energy of the waves, the stability of the beach, the faint pulse of the distant city, and the warm and bright life field of Taylor beside him into a harmony of perception.

The cognitive shock brought by the deep-sea exploration had quietly settled into a part of his inner landscape, becoming a new dimension for him to understand the world and create art.

And the upcoming next phase of cooperation with Team K was like a new dark water area visible under the sea level, full of unknown attraction, but not making people anxious.

He had sufficient time to prepare, a solid career foundation, intimate companions, and, more importantly, his increasingly refined abilities to rely on.

Back home, Alex received an encrypted message from Lin (the liaison for Team K), the content was very simple: ”The preliminary direction for the next phase of cooperation has been set: involving a collaborative perception assessment of ’historically relevant sites.’ A detailed plan and risk assessment report will be submitted in two weeks. Please ensure your schedule.”

Historically relevant sites? Was it a place like the Greenland ice sheet, or other human ruins or natural wonders that had a historical connection to those abnormal signals?

A hint of curiosity arose in Alex’s heart, but he didn’t think too much about it.

He archived the message, knowing that there would be sufficient information for him to evaluate and make decisions when the time came.

At this moment, he was more concerned with the apple pie Taylor had just baked, which was emitting a tempting aroma.

The two sat in the warm kitchen, sharing dessert, listening to the mix demo of deep blue waiting that Taylor had just finished today flowing from the speakers.

A daily, sweet, and creative life was the starting point and destination of all his explorations and adventures.

And a new chapter would unfold calmly after sufficient rest and accumulation.