The man never claimed to have the greatest scientific mind, he was humble like that, even though there couldn’t be thought to be a man like him in the area. He had studied extensively in his youth and those that claimed to have schooled with him said they knew very little of him as a person, few words were spoken, though he always had a large smile when taking part in communal sports.

He kept a good rapport with his neighbours, in his later years. These were mostly elderly, who would ask him about his days and work and he in return would hear of theirs. He also made some associations with the youths who stayed within the sheltered housing. He enjoyed living where he did, the ability to come and go to the city as he pleased but still retain some contact with the area in which he grew up.

He was proud of the area in which he grew up. Centuries earlier folks had seen it become the centre of the mechanised world and there was a rich culture of work. This culture remained after the toxicity levels had risen and people of the area began to hear of his progress.

He talked about the earth as a giant resonator of sound. The universe sang with a multitude of voices that were unknown to the human ear yet the affects they have on the environment are as clear as day. From the bend and sway of a tree to the mountains journey from the deepest of the deep oceans to standing high above all life being curable and no slip of the knee disturbing the music of the earth a part of everything. He asked the people he met to stay with him a short while as they spoke. He would ask them to take part in a small experiment, very light, to try not to move from the spot they stood as they spoke. They would talk until they became weary, though his conversations never bored them, and when he saw them flag he would ask them to tell him the conditions of their feet, and to questions themselves as to why they ached.

There were stories. Reports of the man’s work had bled into the city and people there, disaffected, lonely, unhappy, had approached him in the hope that his primal wisdom could help. He was reticent at first, unsure of their language. Yet this was very much the same problem they had. Soon they ceased talking and set up a perimeter about the house, vocalising, tuning themselves to the frequencies coming from underground. They were a nuisance but insisted on him. They were scared, and their presence unnerved people. He continued to resist, but his resistance was emotional and their offers of money were large. He converted a study next to his office, decorated lightly, and allowed them to continue their practice at a fee. Their presence continued to unnerve him but the cast began to change, some left, some entered, with smiles and few words. He continued to work, richer, but with more questions.

The lady of the mount had claimed wild, animal like noises would emanate from the house at night. She had complained several times to the authorities but the authorities were unresponsive. She had never had much time for music.

The earth must resonate, must push back against the forces that push against it, or the world as they knew it would collapse in on itself, to the central point his predecessors dropped their rocks to. The earth hummed. And between the ground on which they stood to the point where the sky left the earth the people resonated with it. It was his reason to refuse to move into the city and he would continue studying in the area at whatever cost. Imagine yourself on a different planet, or in buildings long since forgotten, when the humming sound made manifest properties of life buried by our dependence on hearing them.

When the borderlands started to be converted to farms his house was one of the first to be sold. He became despondent and the people of local area saw him less and less, until eventually they didn’t see him at all. People would say that for all his rambling about saving energy he had done so most by leaving, his house no longer standing and replaced by enough rentable farm area to power over fourteen times the space he occupied.

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