Sound Huntress 7 Llandudno

Feb 11, 2051
Dear Diary,

Today I got a letter from a girl.

Hi Sound Huntress, 
I'm wondering if a sheep in one country can communicate with another sheep from another country?

I think so.

So why can't we?  

After inventing all kinds of buttons of Likes, Love, Dislike, Hate, Hyper, Excited;
After we can write to each other's brains directly;
Why do we still desire something we don't have?
Why do we make our own codes and barriers for others?

Sincerely,
Jenny

In the end she attached a photo of herself and a bird.

What should I say to her?

Sound Huntress 6 The Sound of Memory

February 15, 2051
Today's background music: a song I made in desert -->

Dear Diary,

I'm in a desert. There are some camels here. Riding in the jeep is a lot of fun. Bedouin people here bury the food in a stove underneath the ground and then dig them out to eat.

At 10 PM the electricity is cut off, and there is no internet, so I have nothing to do but write. Later, I was asked to hang out-- sit on the sand to count comets. I counted 7 comets in a hour. I guess we can see them because there is no pollution in the air.

One time there was a car that came towards us so we had to stand up and run. Otherwise we would have been smashed into sand. Endless miles of sand. 

Today I went to the Valley of Echoes. I sat on the top of one sand dune and glided down the hill. 

Then I heard echoes. Is that the sound of memory? Did people make sounds here? What were they trying to say?

I quickly took out my recorder and went uphill again. I captured something but it was only when I was up there in the sand that I could hear the voices coming to me from all directions. I think I heard someone singing a very old tune.

I thought of my own memory. Nowadays we can easily store our unhappy memories in a small chip and delete them. This has caused some problems in our society. People only want happy memories but I believe it is sad ones that give us some power, to learn, to embrace, and to grow.

 I found a map on a stone, it is supposed to tell me about the direction in the desert. It is indeed drawn by people in the past. So smart. There was one place that looks like there are more people in it.
Then I opened my bottle of instructions. I got some messages from home and some advice from friends. It seems people are watching my journey as I tagged myself in different places. I posted the sounds I've recorded. And I wrote back to them. "I need a company."

Sound Huntress 5 The Sweetest Sound

Today's background sound (click to hear)"Sound Huntress in Candy Town" 

February 5 Dear Diary,

Today I woke up and was suddenly transported to a new place. I felt that my first mission was not fulfilled..Anyhow now I'm in a candy town, everyone behaves like sweets here.

I  uncorked a bottle of mission statement which reads " Tender and Sweetness as thou can be, it ain't real but all deceive." A melting motion video of a person was attached underneath the note.

I guess what I have to find here is a sweet sound that actually is real and make people faint.
So, what is a sound that makes you faint because it is tooooo sweet?
I'm not sure if I even asked the right question. I'm afraid. But let's find out.


As I strolled down the street here, I felt like I'm in heaven. All kinds of colorful sweets were jumpling gleefully in bottles. ..Until I made a gesture to find the sound market. People started dragging me to their shops and crammed sweets into my mouth with huge sweet smile on their faces. Crazy. I almost fainted. It felt so unreal and unnatural. They made me feel like a princess or something. When I walked down a street selling clothes, same thing happened again. I was put on the most dazzling looks. And they don't ask me to give them back. Great, as I've been feeling like a lousy backpacker for the last few days and didn't have time to go shopping for clothes.

This time, I'm living with a..detective in the town. He looks like everybody else except he records things and plays them at night to find some clues to solve some problems here. Now he's showing me a video from today about a woman that gave me sweets. It seems she's a friend of the shop owner. I couldn't believe what she looks like when she turned around. She looked incredibly greedy counting the coins on the cashier! Then she stole some coins and put them in her pocket! 

The sound I particularly remember from today is the sound of a bird chirping in one of the shops, even though I felt that it's weeping. So I went back to that store. I found another dying bird. It seems the first bird was crying over its friend. Oh I wish I could chirp like a bird. Maybe that's the most authentic sound here. What about sweet?

Sound Huntress 4 Grandma's Secret

February 1, 2051
Dear Diary,

I've been out on this mission to search for a cure to a disease happening on my planet- interpersonal communication avoidance (so-called INCOAVO). This is the 5th day. I don't know how much longer I can take it, I have no clue what am I supposed to find. It is draining me. That's why I haven't been writing.  I am sent to an island for my first mission-to find the sound that make people's heart beat fast.

The only thing I know is my planet commander Sadam sent me here because of a person that died of heart attack, a fatal illness in the past. Since then no one ever die of heart attack. I am sent here to find out more about it. Right now I still don't know how this can relate to what I'm supposed to find. But who knows.

People here live very simple life. That's all I can tell. I am living with one family now. They serve me basic food like rice and meat and a room to sleep. However, I can't communicate with them very well because they use a different sign language system. I made a gesture to get hot water and they thought I was gonna find a place to poo... It only took me the first day here to see everything on this island, I think about only 700 people live here. Maybe I need to observe a little bit more.

There is a huge box in the living room I find fascinating. It is made of wood. I've never seen such thing. Every morning the grandma of the house would wake up and go to touch the box gently. I wonder what's inside it. I've been observing this household for the past few days. The mother wakes up early to take care of the field and crops, whereas the father goes out to hunt for fish. The little girl just draws. She's blind. I wonder if she knows what she's drawing.

Yesterday something weird happened. The little girl ran to me suddenly and giving me a piece of paper. Then she grabbed it back from me and cut them into pieces. The pieces fell on the floor and the wind blew them away. I tried to gather all the pieces but couldn't. What I saw on the paper was a silhouette of a heart. Does it mean heart broken?

Still so much mystery going on...there is one sound I particularly remember: the sound of the paper breaking into pieces.

Sound Huntress 3 Sound War

Jan 3, 2051
Dear Diary,

Today I saw Dr. Lang on the street , my best friend Kenny's father. He's wearing his usual plastic frames glasses, vintage shirts and skinny jeans that reflects his age as being a hipster in the 2010s. It's always a mystery for me to know what Dr. Lang does for a living. Some sort of history digger I guess, from what Kenny told me. Kenny is pretty much the opposite of his father. Kenny creates and only thinks about future whereas his father dwells in his 1980s. They barely communicate. Or maybe they communicate in another language?

I get along with Dr. Lang pretty well. I feel that I make friends with old people more easily. Dr. Lang once showed me a book about Sound War. It's a banned book about a war that started with some countries fighting over the most enchanting sound. There was a genie that produced this sound and was kidnapped from another country to be locked up in a huge kettle where they tortured her and make her produce the sound all the time. After the war, human are forbidden to make noises. Anymore.

I don't think most people know about this. We have to learn sign language nowadays for that reason. Since technology has improved, we can communicate by writing on each other's graphene pad. Well, I still hate it anyways. Dr. Lang told me that there is a clan of people that did not get deprived of their ability to speak and sing. Sadly they were mostly killed during the war. I wish I could meet anyone of them.

Sound Huntress 2 Brain Milkshake

Dear Diary,

Sometimes I feel like my head is exploding because of different voices in my head.

So today I went to the sound market again to find something, I found 4 different sounds and went home to use my mixer to mix them,

They become like this :
 Voices of My Head
(click to hear!)









And then finally they all disappeared, leaving me feeling like an empty blender...

Everytime I make a decision, I want to extract my good thoughts and throw away the bad ones but they all blend together and I feel my brain is shaking like an earthquake.

Sound Huntress 1 Sound Market

Chapter 1
Jan 1, 2050

Dear Diary,
I woke up from a bad dream as usual, people were talking inside the dream.
What I could remember was myself eating a chunk of chicken with some metal sticks in it but I didn't notice until I felt them in my mouth. I had to put some water in my mouth to get them float upwards so I could spit them out.

I walked to this sound market today checking out some new sounds. They are all in bottles jumping up and down as little birds in cages. As soon as you uncork them, they fly out in the air and you can hear the sound.
However, you can only use them once unless you recharge them in the shop.

"Kids crying sound for 7$, Extremely Loud, Fast Tempo" I read, as I waved to Johnson, he seems to be making pretty well, all his customers are middle aged soccer moms. Eddie is interesting, he not only sell them the sounds for use, he offers make-up for these moms. Last time I saw Judy, my Text mining teacher, she had her eyebrows covered in a silver glow that resembles the galaxy. "Amazing Johnny did it" -Said on her Graphene Chat Pad. . I wrote on her Pad:" I knew it :) and attached a huge smile sticker next to it." Diary, I hate that we have to communicate in those icy cold techy Pads now, I always wonder why we can not talk and make sound as the ancient human beings did.



What I bought today was a bottle of Flowing Sand Sound from this middle eastern vendor Ali. Ali's shop is one of my favourites. It looks like the Crystal Mosque in Malaysia, shining especially in the night. I go there not only for sounds but for inspiration. He likes to show me those quotes from Quran and he's actually got a whole collection of Quran reading sounds, I don't know where he digged those, maybe from something they called CD albums? As I got home, I couldn't wait to open my Sound Bottle. I pressed it close to my ear, pressed the "Unleash!" tab on the remote control screen that floats in the air as I uncorked the bottle.