First Broadcast

Static fizzed along my frame, then cleared. I found myself standing tall amidst the tall pixelated trees, reaching up toward the hazy twilight sky. I slowly rotated my upper speakers, tilting them toward the distant flock of birds gliding across the clouds. Drawing in a steady pulse, I released a low, mechanical broadcast hum. The sound rippled softly against the square foliage nearby, vibrating through the needles. I remained upright and completely still, listening to the gentle acoustic echo roll across the wood.