The Singing Asset

  TYPE: Audio Transcript (Fragment)
  SOURCE: Encrypted Shortwave Burst, Kaidan, Tokyo
  FACTION(S) DETECTED: Illuminati (Origin), Dragon (Listener?)
  TIMESTAMP: [REDACTED]

  (Static crackles. A young woman's voice, strained. Call sign "Pyramidion.")

  PYRAMIDION: ...repeat, the asset is non-viable. It's not just Filth-corrupted, it's... singing. The biologicals are clean, no transmutation, but the psychic resonance is off the charts. It's reciting Orochi
  Tower's quarterly profit report for 2012 in reverse.

  (A second voice, older, male. Calm, almost bored. Call sign "Ziggurat.")

  ZIGGURAT: Define "singing," Pyramidion.
  PYRAMIDION: Not with its mouth. With its teeth. They're chattering in morse code. The melody is... God, it's the hold music from the New York office. This is a dead end. We pull out.
  ZIGGURAT: Negative. The client paid for a living sample. The data is still valuable. Contain the psychic overflow and proceed with extraction.
  PYRAMIDION: Contain it? With what? It's turning the vending machine into a shrine to the Custodial Engineer! It's making the rats unionize! The local Dragon cell hasn't even bothered to interfere, they're just
  sitting on the rooftop across the street, eating popcorn!
  ZIGGURAT: Your observations are noted. We're dispatching a wet-works team for cleanup. Your new objective is to simply record the phenomena. Do not engage. Do not interpret. Just press 'record.' The company is
  always grateful for new training material.
  PYRAMIDION: (A soft, bitter laugh) Grateful. Right. So, when it starts singing showtunes, what do I do?
  ZIGGURAT: Applaud. Ziggurat out.

  (Static. A faint, lilting, impossibly cheerful melody begins to fade in. It sounds like "Anything Goes." The recording cuts abruptly.)