FIELD NOTE / 03:41 LOCAL
wet signal
Station 7 logged its final transmission while the auction lamps still shivered above the tanks. The reef had already begun to reclaim the sensor array — parrotfish grazing on the corroded antenna, their teeth scraping purchase orders into static.
The night market kept trading by touch: warm coins, damp paper, a pulse under every plastic tag.
By dawn, three families of butterflyfish nested inside the relay cabinet. Their bodies flashed burgundy in the scanner wash, each turn erasing another line of municipal inventory.