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The Sound Below the Canopy
Elena kept her thumb pressed against the audio monitor, waiting for the high-frequency feed from Sector Four to stabilize before the morning heat scrambled the receiver. Condensation had already formed inside the glass of her pressure gauge, and two of the solar batteries on the porch were registering zero charge. If the automated acoustic sensor in the canopy failed to deliver its dawn sequence within the next ten minutes, three weeks of uninterrupted rainforest recordings would end with an unreadable blank file.
When the signal finally crackled through her battered headphones, it carried none of the expected noise. Dawn in the lowland canopy was supposed to be a deafening wall of insect chatter, cicada drones, and distant bird calls that overwhelmed every audio channel. Instead, the monitor displayed a bizarre gap between four and