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The Professor observed the behavior of the electric signals emitted by the ensemble, his painstakingly meticulous arrange of electrodes connected to each of the plants in his greenhouse.
He could swear he noticed patterns. It was as if the plants had something to tell him; as if they were trying to send a message, to sing him a song.
Sadly, after days of continuing this study, he dismissed this idea. The signals had no pattern, it was all a bunch of rubbish.