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# **THE STON OPS — Plays Est-Oved Songs of 2 Ears (c90)**
### *A Park-Wide Electronic Incident Report, With Graphics, Reverse Passages, and Reptilian Noise-Liturgy*
The tape opens with the recorded ambience of Disneyland at 3:14 PM:
children laughing, churros hissing, a parade drifting by—not magical, but metallic, like the speakers forgot what music is supposed to be and began imitating **industrial rejection slips**.
Then the raw electronics enter.
Not *from* the band—but from the park itself.
The animatronics begin improvising.
A robotic parrot coughs up a sine wave.
The Matterhorn growls at 40Hz.
Space Mountain hums in phasing loops that sound like teeth grinding inside an abandoned stomach.
The engineer whispers:
**“This is why we record in the daylight—night would kill us.”**
The tape wheels roll forward, backward, sideways.
Some parts are reversed.
Some parts are reversed and *angry about it.*
A map of the recording zone slides out of the insert:
```
[PARK ZONE ELECTRONIC RESONANCE MAP]
Thorax Ridge (peak distortion) ████▓▓
Crocodile Market Alley ░░░███
Mist Corridor (teeth?) ◆◆◆◆◆
GI Advisory Booth ▓ ▓
```
The GI Advisory Booth shouldn’t exist.
But today it does.
A cast member wearing a cracked Mickey head hands you a pamphlet:
> **“Certain guests may experience stomach anomalies, timeline cramping, or emotional diarrhea due to spontaneous electron reflux in the park’s infrastructure.
> Some attractions show nothing wrong on inspection but still cause symptoms.
> Others show clear structural irregularities.
> Prevention is possible but not advised.
> Please enjoy your visit.”**
You fold the pamphlet and feel it pulse in your pocket like an organ attempting to escape.
---
# **28 — *Rainbirds With Teeth Moving Through the Mist***
They come in flocks of seven—mechanical birds whose wings are wet with afternoon condensation. Each feather ends in a tiny serrated cutter.
They glide through the misting machines above Adventureland, leaving little slits in the fog. The cuts float vertically, like pages torn from invisible books.
A diagram appears in the insert, handwritten in electric ink:
```
[FLIGHT PATH OF RAINBIRDS]
/\ /\ /\ teeth signatures
/ \/ \/ \
fog──◆────────────◆── fog
tiny incisions
```
One rainbird circles you, chirping in reversed tape, as if rewinding the moment you first felt fear.
---
# **29 — *Burning Force of the Reptilian Heart***
Behind the Jungle Cruise, beneath the boards where the water smells like warm wires, a heart pulses.
A reptilian one.
A synthetic one.
Something the park built without telling anyone.
It heats the air around it.
It heats the narrative around it.
Its beat is an LFO, modulating the shadows of tourists.
A sudden broadcast:
> “**Reptile core overheating. Use caution. Do not pet the animatronics. Do not look at them if they look at you first.**”
You do both anyway.
---
# **30 — *Between Scaled Realities and Fanged Shadows***
The afternoon splits into two layers:
1. **The normal park**, with popcorn, stroller traffic, and lost sunglasses.
2. **The reptile under-layer**, where shadows slither independently, cast by creatures that do not exist… yet.
Every surface flickers between the two.
Even your own skin glitches.
A drawn schematic overlays itself onto your eyesight:
```
[DUAL-REALITY OVERLAY]
scales realm: ███ ███ ███
shadows realm: ╳ ╳ ╳
overlap zone: ◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆◆
```
The ◆ zone is where your thoughts keep disappearing.
---
# **31 — *Shop Territory of the Crocodile Market***
Past the churro stand, behind a curtain of green-tinted fog pumped out by an overworked ventilation system, the **Crocodile Market** operates.
Vendors (scales optional) sell:
* fragments of melted ride speakers
* reptile-shaped memory cards
* enamel pins that hiss
* partially-digested magic wands
* “gastrointestinal souvenirs,” which squish unpleasantly
* glass jars labeled **“Nothing Wrong With the Tract (but still symptoms)”**
A sign reads:
> **“Most problems here can be treated.
> But we recommend letting them worsen for the experience.”**
You nod politely.
---
# **32 — *Flash Final: Teeth and Lights in the Chromatic Abyss***
The parade lights malfunction.
Then over-malfunction.
Then transcend the definition of malfunction.
Color cannons blast out ribbons of solid light that twist into teeth—white, neon, hungry teeth—forming an abyss in the air as if some cosmic jaw is trying to bite Main Street in half.
People applaud, assuming it’s intentional.
The Ston Ops record every second, including the moment the light-teeth crunch the sky into a soft violet dust.
You taste it.
It tastes like batteries and citrus.
---
# **33 — *Out of the Heat, Into the Reptilian Depths***
The reptile heart from earlier collapses in on itself, pulling you downward through a fissure in the park’s sidewalk.
Down you fall:
past pipes
past cables
past forgotten older versions of rides
past animatronic skeletons left behind after budget cuts.
At the bottom:
a warm, breathing cavern.
Everything glistens.
Everything pulses.
The cavern is alive.
It invites you in with the patience of a predator.
---
# **34 — *Dawn Vomits Fire in Sector 3* (4:20)**
Sector 3 (formerly Critter Country, now renamed for “branding reasons”) erupts at dawn—even though it’s the afternoon. The sky above it retches molten orange, spitting out solar bile.
A graphic from the insert:
```
[SECTOR 3 EMISSION MODEL]
fire↑ ██████
█ ◆ █
██████
0────────→ time
```
Guests complain about the heat, but the Guest Relations kiosk is now a lava vent.
No refunds.
---
# **35 — *The Great Insect Impact: Comas Sola’s Gravitational Tantrum* (13:05)**
The insects arrive like falling satellites—huge, crystalline, clicking with microwave rhythms.
They slam into the pavement, cracking it like thin ice.
Each impact pulls a small chunk of gravity with it, rattling the park like a jar of angry marbles.
Above, a distorted announcement:
> **“Due to gravitational tantrums, some guests may experience sudden comas, floating sensations, or being folded dimensionally without warning.”**
One insect crawls toward you, antennae shimmering in fractal spirals.
Its wings display data:
```
[IMPACT CRATER MAP — COMAS SOLA]
▓ crater
█ insect activity
◆ gravity warp
```
It begins to hum an Est-Oved melody—
the one The Ston Ops thought *they* were playing.
But the insect plays it better.
The tape warps.
The story reverses for 12 seconds.
The park trembles as if remembering something it should not have built.
---
# **END OF C90
Please Exit Through Any Dimensional Corridor Still Functioning.**
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