Chapter 102: The Water Table Accord
The broadcast began not with fanfare, but with a simple, stark image: a single drop of water, captured in perfect, magnified clarity, hanging from the tip of a condensation coil from the Singing Canyons reclaimer. It caught the desert sun, fracturing light into a tiny, brilliant rainbow.
Then Finn's voice, stripped of its usual wry humor, calm and clear.
"Voice of the Mountain. This is not a regular broadcast. This is a declaration. And an offering."
The image shifted to a rotating, three-dimensional schematic of a simple, elegant device—a solar-powered atmospheric water harvester. It was no larger than a storage crate, its components clearly labeled.
