From American Internet Celebrity to God Among Men

183: Chapter 183 Sparks on the MapThe preparations for ”Echo Puzzle: Historical Chapter” unfolded methodically over the coming weeks, like a long and intricate symphonic rehearsal.

Lin soon sent over a feasibility assessment report regarding Taylor participating in parts of the trip as an ”Independent Sound Artist.”

The conclusion was cautious but optimistic: The ancient Mayan city ruins are located deep within a national park, and the core area is strictly controlled, but the peripheral jungle and some open archaeological zones allow for licensed non-research visits (requiring advance application), so Taylor could enter under the guise of ”Environmental Sound Collection”; the Nordic Viking petroglyph site is a semi-open historical landmark, making access relatively free; the plateau monastery ruins are more sensitive, but there are affiliated cultural villages and natural scenic areas nearby that allow tourist visits.

The report also included a detailed list of recommendations regarding the cultural customs and codes of conduct for each location, down to clothing, photography taboos, and precautions for conversing with locals.

”They’ve been quite thoughtful,” Taylor said, flipping through the code of conduct. It even suggested avoiding overly bright clothing at the Mayan ruins to avoid disturbing certain birds (which local beliefs consider connected to ancestral spirits).

”The mark of a professional team,” Alex nodded. He had simultaneously received the latest environmental assessments and security enhancement plans for all three locations. To address the risk of ”unfriendly third parties,” Team K had increased the number of accompanying security personnel and developed several alternative emergency evacuation routes and communication plans. Everything was prioritized for safety.

The two began to divide the work. Alex was responsible for the technical side: familiarizing himself with the new generation of lightweight sensory assistance equipment (smaller, longer battery life, and added preliminary scanning functionality for energy resonance potentially generated by specific cultural symbols); studying the summary reports provided by Team K regarding the history, archaeological discoveries, and anomalous records of the three sites; and holding regular encrypted briefings with Lin to refine the operational procedures and time windows for each location.

Taylor, meanwhile, was immersed in preparations for her ”artistic research.” She devoured books and documentaries on ancient Mesoamerican civilizations, Norse mythology, and Tibetan Buddhist art—not for academic research, but to capture the unique ”sound imagery” within those cultures: Could the Mayan worship of the rain god Chaac be related to specific rhythms of thunder and raindrops? What would the sound of Yggdrasil, the World Tree in Viking legend, be like? What are the characteristics of the propagation of plateau ritual horns and chanting in thin air? She compiled a long ”sound wish list” and began learning a few simple local greetings and expressions of respect.

On the platform side, the popularity of the ”Urban Infrasound Map” remained undiminished, even spawning grassroots ”Urban Legend Exploration Groups” that spontaneously organized to explore and verify those interesting submitted locations. Marcus struck while the iron was hot, planning a small offline event: inviting a few users who had shown unique perspectives in their ”infrasound” submissions to join an urban acoustics expert for a ”Night Visit to Urban Background Noise” walking recording activity, the process of which was recorded and edited into a short documentary to be broadcast on the platform. The event sign-ups were explosive, once again proving the strong cohesion and desire for exploration within the ”Echo” community.

Alex and Taylor were also conducting ”sound rehearsals” in the studio. They gathered a lot of music, environmental sound effects, and even film clips related to the three destinations to construct temporary ”sound scenarios.” Alex would close his eyes and, with the assistance of [Information Texture Discrimination], attempt to strip away the potentially more universal ”regional energy textures” from these secondary sound materials—for example, the ”density of overlapping humidity and life” in a tropical jungle, the ”chill and hard resonance of rock” in a Nordic fjord, and the ”thinness and eternal wind singing” of the plateau. These exercises were not meant for accurate reproduction, but to ”calibrate” perceptual expectations in advance, reducing cultural shock and misjudgment when in the field.

Taylor was more focused on humanistic sound elements. She tried using a synthesizer to simulate the imagined sound of Mayan bone flutes, used special techniques to make her guitar emit long overtones similar to Tibetan singing bowls, and even recorded herself chanting simple Nordic runic syllables at different rhythms, observing their changes in different reverberation environments. Some of these experiments sounded bizarre, but they were full of creative fun.

”The two of us,” Taylor said with a laugh during a break in their experiments, ”one of us is like doing ’geological surveying’ with their ears, and the other is like doing a ’folk imitation show’ with sound.”

”And put together,” Alex added, ”it’s a rather unorthodox but potentially very interesting ’sound anthropological field study’.”

Jokes aside, the preparation work was meticulous. Alex checked the global voltage compatibility and backup power supplies for all the electronic equipment they were bringing, and customized outdoor clothing suitable for different climates that balanced functionality with a low profile. Taylor carefully selected sturdy and lightweight recording equipment, wind muffs, and various microphones, and also tucked a few blank sketchbooks and inspiration notebooks into her suitcase.

A week before departure, Team K sent over the final itinerary confirmation and a ”pre-departure sensory calibration test.” This test was different from previous ones; it contained a large number of processed ”energy vibration spectrum samples” related to building stone, ancient metal, specific minerals, and even organic matter eroded by time, requiring Alex to identify ”atypical resonance characteristics” that might exist within them, beyond natural aging.

The test was very difficult, with extremely subtle differences between many of the samples. Alex spent nearly a day completing it in a state of high concentration. He could feel that [Information Texture Discrimination], when dealing with this highly abstract ”information texture” deeply bound to material history and culture, underwent a certain degree of ”stretching” and ”adaptation.” Although the process was tiring, after completing it, he felt a faint sense of clarity as if his perceptual boundaries had been broadened.

The test results came back quickly: ”Calibration passed. Sensitivity to ’cultural carrier imprints’ meets expectations. Looking forward to your performance in the field.”

On the last weekend, they arranged the monthly meeting of the ”Creator Incubation Program” at the home in Malibu, which served as an informal farewell. Emily, Karl, and Leslie brought their latest progress and also curiously asked Alex and Taylor about the upcoming ”long-distance research trip.”

”We’ll probably be going to some places with ancient legends and a sense of history,” Taylor said, downplaying the details but with a sparkle in her eyes, ”to listen and see if the stones and the wind will tell us stories.”

”That’s so cool!” Karl said enviously, ”If my ’Mechanical Bird’ could fly, I’d really want to let it follow you and record some exotic sounds of Gear.”

”Remember to bring back some special ’sound specimens’,” Leslie said earnestly, ”Maybe it can add some ’layers of time’ to my sound library.”

Emily gave Taylor a small sound-blessing program she had programmed herself, which could generate a unique melody based on the departure date and simple mood input. ”If you run out of inspiration on the road, or feel homesick, just click and listen,” she said shyly.

The warm friendship diluted the nervousness before the trip.

The night before departure, their suitcases were placed side-by-side in the living room. Alex’s equipment case contained precision instruments and protective Gear, while Taylor’s case held various recording equipment and creative tools, as well as a small bag of colored crayons and stickers she had specially prepared to trade with local children or use as small gifts (”Sound communication can start with a smile,” she said).

The two checked the list one last time, then sat next to their packed luggage, sharing a cup of hot cocoa.

”Nervous?” Taylor asked.

”A little,” Alex said honestly, ”but mostly curious. Curious about what those ancient places will ’say’ to us today.”

”I’m a little nervous too,” Taylor said, leaning against him, ”afraid that I won’t understand, or that I won’t be able to record anything truly valuable.”

”There is no standard answer for what is ’truly valuable’,” Alex said, wrapping his arm around her shoulder, ”What you hear and what you feel is your own authentic ’sound archaeology’ discovery. My ’surveying’ and your ’imitation show’ combined make the complete report.”

Outside the window, the night over the Pacific was as deep as ever. This time, they would temporarily leave this familiar coast and fly toward continents, jungles, fjords, and plateaus, to pursue those hidden echoes that might be engraved in stone, dissipated in the wind, or sleeping deep within legends.

Alex brought up the system interface, looking at the string of numbers representing accumulation and possibility. This trip might not require any new exchanges, but it would certainly be a comprehensive test of his existing abilities and a deepening in a brand-new dimension.

He closed the interface and gently clinked his cup with Taylor’s.

”To the stories we’re about to hear,” he said.

”To the new chapter we’re about to write together,” Taylor responded with a smile.

The deep blue adventure had come to a temporary pause; the bronze-colored chapter was about to open its first page.