The Well at Aster Park

Pushing the ability too long always did this, like the city was trying to pack its bones into his skull. The shaft opened into a half-abandoned underground utility corridor. New cable runs lined the walls. Temporary indicator lamps hung overhead. Small cooling units hummed in a row. It wasn't a data center anymore. It was more like a body that had been rewired. "This isn't a data well," Maria whispered. "No." "Then what is it?" Ethan listened to the metal wall and answered slowly, "The lower-level power interface. Someone tied the old grid into the new district feed." "How can you tell?" "I can't explain it." He couldn't explain what he heard. Some pipes had been forced into a tighter rhythm than the rest.