a gathering storm coming in, radioactive dust spiralling around the reinforced concrete bunker walls… low frequency modulation across the radar-field, white-noise-side-chain dissonance through the valves… cold-sweats and shivering limbs under the fluorescent lights; before flickering instrument panels… poisonous centipedes crawl across the consoles…
filtered drones in the long distance and a looped image track of rain falling on the corrugated iron awning roof of an abandoned farmhouse; seconds before the blast-wave hits… an endless rattling and scratching within the air ducts… cold stares into the field… frozen moments captured on magnetic tape, rotting in the sunken archives… fever dreams from the detection facility…
intermittent static, morse-tapping and cut-up voice-tracks coming over the portable units… faint shadows in the half-light… the wind whipping across the compound; the hammering of a worn shutter breaking free of its fastenings… distorted calculations, lost reels, invalid results; corrupt data… dead insect eyes reflect the twin desert suns, in the exact moment of the flash…
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