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Emely Taveras: The Fungal Frequency

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The Fungal Frequency

 

Emely Taveras

The following is a transcript from an interview by Noah Chen, Science Reporter for The University Press. Published on The UP on March 2, 2025 at 11:15 AM.

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CHEN: Thank you both for agreeing to this interview. For our readers who may not be familiar with recent events, could you introduce yourselves?

BIANCA: I'm Bianca Novak. I'm a senior studying Microbiology. I commute from Union, which is about twenty minutes away, depending on traffic.

J: Yeah, so, I'm Julian. Everyone calls me J though. Like, nobody calls me Julian except my dad when he's pissed. [laughs] I'm in Sports Medicine. Senior year, baby! Sigma Alpha house.

CHEN: And how did you two meet? You seem like an unlikely pair.

BIANCA: [small smile] We are. We had never spoken before this happened. I'd seen Julian around campus, of course, but our paths never really crossed academically.

J: Yeah, I mean, I've probably seen her too but like, I don't really hang out in the science building much unless I'm, you know, actually going to class, which is like... [gestures vaguely]

BIANCA: Not a priority?

J: [grins] Exactly! She gets me.

CHEN: Let's talk about your discovery. Bianca, I understand you were the first to notice something unusual?

BIANCA: [leans forward slightly] Yes. I was conducting a routine soil analysis for my advanced mycology seminar. We were supposed to be identifying common fungi in campus soil samples. My samples were taken from the wooded area behind the athletic complex.

J: [interrupts] That's where we party sometimes. There's this clearing where campus security doesn't usually check.

BIANCA: [continues] I noticed unusual hypha formations that didn't match any known species in our reference materials. The network structure was incredibly complex, almost like neural pathways rather than typical mycelial networks. When I brought it to Professor Leung's attention, she suggested I expand the sampling area.

CHEN: And that's when you encountered Julian?

BIANCA: Not exactly. I collected more samples over the course of a week. The network seemed to be concentrated around the foundation of the old gymnasium. That building has been closed for renovation since last fall.

J: That's where I come in! [straightens up, clearly excited to tell his part] So me and some brothers, we were, um... let's just say we were relocating some property from the athletics department.

BIANCA: [clarifies] They were stealing a mascot costume.

J: Borrowing! We were borrowing it for a thing. Anyway, campus security showed up and we scattered. I needed somewhere to hide, so I ducked into this construction area by the old gym. There was this hole in the foundation where they'd started demo work. I figured I'd hide there until the coast was clear.

CHEN: And what did you find?

J: [lowers voice dramatically] It was wild, man. Like, the second I crawled in there, I felt this weird... buzzing? Not like a sound exactly, more like when your foot falls asleep, but in my head. And there was this glow coming from deeper in the foundation. Blue-ish, kind of pulsing.

BIANCA: [interjects] The bioluminescence is typical of certain fungi, but the frequency of the pulses was unusual.

J: [continues] So I'm sitting there, thinking I'm hallucinating or something, maybe from the construction fumes? But I couldn't stop staring at it. And then I started... [pauses, looks at Bianca]

BIANCA: He started experiencing mnemonic transmission.

CHEN: Could you explain what that means in layman's terms?

BIANCA: [carefully] Julian began experiencing memories that weren't his own.

J: [nodding enthusiastically] Yeah! Like, suddenly I'm remembering this birthday party, but it's in this house I've never been to. And everyone's speaking this language I don't understand, but in the memory, I understand everything. And there's this little girl blowing out candles on a cake with this woman who looks exactly like—[points to Bianca]

BIANCA: [quietly] My mother. It was my eighth birthday.

CHEN: Are you suggesting that this fungal network somehow... transmitted Bianca's memories to you?

J: I know how it sounds, dude. Trust me. When I finally got out of there, I was freaking out. I figured maybe someone slipped something in my drink at the party before the whole mascot thing.

BIANCA: [precise and methodical] The next day, I was back collecting samples near the foundation when I encountered Julian pacing outside the fence. He looked distressed and kept muttering about "the Croatian birthday girl." That caught my attention because I am Croatian, and he described details about my childhood home that he couldn't possibly know.

J: [interrupts] I thought she was going to call security on me! I must have sounded completely insane.

BIANCA: [small smile] It was certainly unusual. But I was more interested in how he could know those things. When he described the location of the glowing network, I realized it corresponded exactly with the unusual samples I'd been studying.

CHEN: So what did you do next?

BIANCA: We went back together. With proper protective equipment this time. [looks pointedly at J]

J: She made me wear this hazmat-looking suit thing. Said we didn't know what kind of spores we might be breathing in. Totally killed my vibe, but whatever.

BIANCA: The university has protocols for a reason, Julian.

J: [mimics her formality] Yes, Ms. Novak.

BIANCA: [continues, ignoring him] We documented the network more thoroughly. It extends through the foundation and likely throughout the entire old gymnasium. Carbon dating suggests it's been growing for at least seventy years, possibly predating the building itself.

CHEN: And what happened when you both were exposed to it together?

J: [suddenly serious] That's when things got really weird.

BIANCA: [hesitates] When we were both in proximity to the main network body, we experienced a kind of... shared consciousness. I could access Julian's memories as if they were my own, and he could access mine.

J: [jumps in] I was suddenly at this massive mansion in Toms River, watching myself throw a tantrum because my dad missed my tenth birthday. Except it wasn't me watching—it was Bianca. She was seeing my memory.

BIANCA: And simultaneously, I experienced his perception of my memories. It was disorienting, seeing myself through his eyes.

J: [grins] She found out I think she's cute.

BIANCA: [blushes slightly] Julian...

J: What? It's true.

CHEN: Have others experienced this phenomenon?

BIANCA: [shifting back to professional mode] We've brought a few trusted people to the site—my advisor and two graduate students. They've confirmed similar experiences, though the connection seems strongest between Julian and me. We're not sure why.

J: [shrugs] Maybe it's because I was the first one to actually go inside the network? Like, I made contact with the mothership or something.

BIANCA: [patiently] Or perhaps it relates to the specific biochemistry of our brains. We're still investigating. What's most interesting is that the fungal network seems to be adapting to us. Each time we visit, the connection is clearer, more directed.

CHEN: Is there any evidence this is dangerous?

J: [quickly] My GPA has actually gone up since this started. It's like having a study buddy in my head sometimes. I'll be taking a test and suddenly I understand microbiome stuff I never studied.

BIANCA: [concerned] Which raises ethical questions we're still wrestling with. Are these merely memories being shared, or is something more fundamental happening to our cognition? We've established containment protocols until we understand more.

J: [leans back] That's Bianca's way of saying she convinced the university to seal off the old gym "for additional structural assessment." [makes air quotes] Her heart of gold couldn't bear the thought of them bulldozing our little alien friend.

BIANCA: [softly] It's not alien, Julian. It's terrestrial but... extraordinary. And yes, I believe destroying it would be a scientific travesty.

CHEN: Where do you go from here?

BIANCA: [with quiet intensity] We've applied for a research grant to study potential applications. The implications for understanding neural networks, memory storage, even cognitive enhancement are enormous.

J: [grins and puts his arm around Bianca's shoulders] Plus, we're thinking of starting a psychic detective agency. Solve crimes and stuff.

BIANCA: [rolls eyes but smiles] We are absolutely not doing that.

J: [to Chen] She'll come around. Thing is, when you've shared someone's entire memory bank, it kinda changes things between you. Like, I know exactly what she got for Christmas when she was six, and she knows about that embarrassing thing that happened to me at summer camp when I was twelve.

BIANCA: [softly] It creates a certain intimacy. And responsibility.

CHEN: Final question: Are you concerned about broader implications? If this fungal network can truly transmit consciousness, doesn't that raise significant questions about privacy, identity, even the nature of the self?

BIANCA: [thoughtfully] Every scientific breakthrough does. That's why we're proceeding with caution.

J: [surprising seriousness] Look, my whole life I've been Julian Rossi, son of Anthony Rossi, never quite measuring up, you know? But for the first time, someone else has been inside my head. Actually knows me. Not the fake "I'm 6'1" when I'm really 5'11" me. The real me. And I've been inside her head too. It's scary, but also... I dunno. Real.

BIANCA: [touches his hand briefly] I think what Julian is trying to say is that connection—true connection—is always both frightening and valuable. Whether it comes through years of friendship or through a previously undiscovered fungal network with consciousness-transferring properties.

J: [grins] Yeah, what she said. But way more science-y.

CHEN: Bianca Novak and Julian "J" Rossi, thank you for sharing your story.

BIANCA: [nods politely] Thank you for listening.

J: [flashes peace sign] Peace out, man. And hey, if any of your readers start hearing other people's thoughts, maybe check your basement for glowing mushrooms!

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Noah Chen is a senior science reporter for The University Press. This interview has been edited for length and clarity. The university's investigation into the fungal network beneath the old gymnasium is ongoing.

Emely Taveras is a queer, disabled, first-generation Dominican American writing at the intersections of chronic illness, sexuality, and inherited grief. A former wedding photographer, she now seeks calm through essays and painting. She loves loud feelings and reflecting on the hometown she escaped. Winner of Peatsmoke Journal’s Summer 2025 Editor’s Prize, her work appears in ExPat Press, The Branches, and elsewhere.

April Lafleur’s distinctive painting style is inspired by German Expressionism, emphasizing the artist’s deep-rooted feelings or ideas, evoking powerful reactions-abandoning reality, characterized by simplified shapes, bright colors, gestural marks and brush strokes. Masters like Kirshner and Marc come to mind when viewing April’s dynamic paintings.

 

April has earned an AFA at the Community College of Rhode Island, where she had the privilege of studying with Bob Judge, a masterful painter who has worked as an artist for over sixty years. Her studio is located at the Agawam Mill in Rhode Island.

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