Two ninjas, dressed in sharply tailored black, approach the wall of pure sound. There is no turning back now, the only option is a full attack. There is no backup for our heroes, ninjas fight alone. It is enough of an oddity that these two have been drawn together for this mission and it was only through a shared history and powerful telepathic link that even this pair could avoid killing each other in cold blood.
The ninjas paused to examine their foe. The wall of sound was not the solid barrier that it first appeared, it was made from an infinite number of flowing audio waves. Some were big enough to stop a skyscraper and others were so small and vibrated with such intensity that they would have ruptured our brave ninja’s internal organs in a heartbeat.
They took the first step.
One soft leather footstep after another they slowly moved forward waiting for the first barrier. As one they leapt over the first wave, clearing it easily. But a second and third wave followed close behind. As one they fell, tripped by the crest of sound.
But in temporary defeat they were lucky, they missed the thousands of small sounds flocking to tear them apart. Never giving up they rose and continued. Dividing they each battled on their own path.
The audio waves were relentless as each ninja ducked, jumped and pirouetted through the invisible field.
As they reached the wall they shared a glance, they had reached the target.
Please note: the above is a 100% factual account of what took place in a Wellington art gallery in 2012. Although, I am sure to the security guards watching we looked less like audio wave ninjas and more like knob-heads who didn’t understand the ‘art’.