Broadcasts: Radio (Volume 2)

OOC Date: April 3, 2019
RADIO: {static}
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RADIO: Female Voice: -aybe two or three hundred? It's hard to get an accurate count. Families, mostly. Homesteaders. Amish.
RADIO: Male Voice: Defenses?
RADIO: Female Voice: Don't know. They've marked off where the landmines are, and our scouts got tangled up in some old razor wire last week, but they said it looked old. Probably repurposed from the war, assuming they did anything new to it at all.
RADIO: Male Voice: Neat.
RADIO: Male Voice: Any Expressives we should be worried about?
RADIO: Female Voice: What? You mean like precogs?
RADIO: Male Voice: Sure. Precogs, negators, telepaths– you know. The funny shit. I wanna know what our people are walking into.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: Well.
RADIO: Man's Voice: Well?
RADIO: Woman's Voice: One of them said they thought they saw Eve Mas.
RADIO: Man's Voice: No shit.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: I don't think it's a risk.
RADIO: Man's Voice: Anybody else with her?
RADIO: Woman's Voice: No. Horse tracks. Somebody's patrolling the area, but it's not Mas. I checked with the boys and they don't belong to ours either. That's the risk.
RADIO: Man's Voice: Don't start with this shit again.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: I just want us to–
RADIO: Man's Voice: Bogeymen, that's all. Ain't real. No more than Bigfoot, anyway. Danko's dead. Saw it with my own eyes.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: I'm not talking about Danko. I'm talking about the others we heard about. That woman? Prince?
RADIO: Man's Voice: If she's real. If any of them are real, they're all the way on the other side of the fucking country.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: Let me look into it before we make a decision. That's all I'm asking.
RADIO: Man's Voice: Fine.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: We can take them. If they're real, I mean. I think they are.
RADIO: Man's Voice: I know. You ever hear back about those idiots that went after Ep–
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OOC Date: April 7, 2019
RADIO: {static}
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RADIO: Woman's Voice: -ink they're equipped with some sort of tracking device.
RADIO: Man's Voice: That's nothing new.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: But this tech is. These aren't like anything we've seen before. They're bigger, more complex–
RADIO: Man's Voice: The bigger they are, the harder they–
RADIO: Woman's Voice: Stop. We tested it.
RADIO: Man's Voice: … tested it?
RADIO: Woman's Voice: They're attracted to people with the marker. One or two can slip by, maybe. But when you gather three or more together… it's like a shark sniffing out blood in the water.
RADIO: Man's Voice: How do you test that?
RADIO: Man's Voice: You fuckin' answer me. How do you test that?
RADIO: Woman's Voice: Don't worry about it. Switch out the patrols.
RADIO: Man's Voice: Right. Nobody with an ability.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: It'll be like it was during the war.
RADIO: Man's Voice: Never had problems with them then. Guess now we know why.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: Times change, huh? Didn't think we'd ever be working alongside– I don't know. I'm still having a hard time… trusting.
RADIO: Man's Voice: We stick the rules. No telepathy. No persuasion. The big two.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: I don't like that we let any of them in. Doesn't matter what they can do. Or can't do.
RADIO: Man's Voice: I know. But times change. Gotta change with them.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: We should make our move in the next few weeks. Early May. Maybe we get lucky and these– things pick them off for us.
RADIO: Man's Voice: And if we don't?
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OOC Date: April 10, 2019
RADIO: {crackle}
RADIO: –ate-of-the-art technology that will be on display at the 2019 World's Fair in the New York Safe Zone.
RADIO: We are busy rebuilding America, and we wanted to show you what the future can hold. At the 2019 World's Fair our innovations will be on display for the entire world to see. Come to see our developments in
RADIO: cybernetics
RADIO: robotics
RADIO: telecommunications
RADIO: and the future of the California Safe Zone
RADIO: Guests to the 2019 World's Fair will be able to test the cutting edge PHI-Matrix.
RADIO: Our first foray into consumer phone technology designed for the needs of the Safe Zone's residents.
RADIO: The PHI Matrix is a state-of-the-art phone featuring a foldable display less than a centimeter thick with stunning 4K resolution and a built-in keyboard that transforms your mobile device into a portable computer, allowing you to work on the go and meet the demands of today's fast-paced world.
RADIO: All that and more can be yours at the 2019 World's Fair.
RADIO: Visit us at www.praxisheavy.com for more information
RADIO: And we'll see you
RADIO: in the future.
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OOC Date: April 17, 2019
RADIO: {static}
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RADIO: "–nd that was Believe You Me by Killing Time, and it's fantastic to hear some new all American music on our show–"
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: "–coming up, but first, a message from our sponsors–"
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: "–First Lady interviewed by my colleagues over in Kansas City."
RADIO: "But she emphasized something interesting about the way we talk about one another – and by one another she was of course referring to this binary between those with superpowers and those without."
RADIO: "I'd like to drill down into this myself, because there's been a trend – even before the war – that I think the majority find problematic."
RADIO: "Maybe even offensive."
RADIO: "It's the idea of lack. Those without superpowers, who lack SLC-Expression. Those carrying a card in the Safe Zone that says non next to their name. We don't have a constructive way of talking about the vast majority of people in this world, and I've heard attempts, sure – uh, 'mundane', is one."
RADIO: "Which, listeners, I don't think is particularly flattering."
RADIO: "In my opinion, the only reason we fall into this language of negation is because we're afraid of being honest about what we are – and what we are is normal."
RADIO: "We are normal people, and those with the ability to read minds and fly and kill people with a wave of their hand? They're abnormal. What they can do is not natural – it's a perversion of nature. I know I'm not saying anything new."
RADIO: "And I get it, I understand the politics, the recent history, and just like everyone else, I have no desire to see a repeat of the kind discriminations that Evos faced prior to the war, that led to provocative, dangerous actions on both sides. And it's exactly my desire to break this cycle that motivates me towards honest rhetoric–"
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: "–away from this nullifying discourse being pushed into our political and bureaucratic language by people like Carol Praeger and the current administration–"
RADIO: {hiss-pop}
RADIO: "–Medina recently announced his candidacy for the 2020 Presidential elections, a surprising turn of events after an embittered congressional campaign that did not work out in his favour. I think we can all agree that the American population have proven resistant to political newcomers, but candidates willing to campaign against our current war hero President know they have a hard road ahead of them."
RADIO: "But newcomers have new questions to ask, and Medina is asking what we should all be asking: what is our new normal? What do we have to do, as a country, to bring back stability?"
RADIO: "I don't happen to believe that compensating for the abnormal is gonna do it."
RADIO: "This is Oscar Nyström, you're listening to WVMA, telling it like it is."
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OOC Date: April 18, 2019
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RADIO: Listener says, "–der what this administration, what our council is doing in welcoming these people to our country?"
RADIO: Oscar says, "Wow, I mean. What, specifically, do you mean by 'these people'?"
RADIO: Listener says, "Mega corporations from countries with archaic SLC-Expressive policies. Praxis wants to sell us phones while China puts superpowered children through compulsary military training until they're 25. They don't even get a life of their own. Crito has headquarters in the United Kingdom, where SLC-Es aren't even allowed to have children without written permission. They still have settlements, constant surveillance, penalties that– "
RADIO: Oscar says, "But let's be clear – these are private corporations, showcasing products, in a show of international soldarity, and nothing on the program demonstrates any kind of anti-Evo agenda. I'd say that historically, the greatest minds in science tend to be progressive."
RADIO: Listener says, "Unless they're weaponised by corrupt government officials, and corrupt business practices."
RADIO: Oscar says, "So this protest being organised at the World's Fair, it's against corruption?"
RADIO: Listener says, "I suppose that's correct, yes. Outside influences from countries with the kind of laws that destroyed our country, especially financial influence, infrastructural influence, is poison we don't need."
RADIO: Oscar says, "So we close off the borders, sow discontent, isolate ourselves while the world spins on."
RADIO: Listener says, "I've listened to your show a few times, now, and we hold very different political views, but I would have thought this is the kind of thing you're agree with us on. You've been hyper critical of Yamagato, it's influence in New York City, its alleged preference towards SLC-E hiring. Aren't these just more heads of the same hydra?"
RADIO: Oscar says, "I just think we need to be taken seriously as a country on the global stage again, and meet them on our own terms. And that's unfortunately all we have time for today–"
RADIO: {hiss}
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OOC Date: April 30, 2019
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: {crackle}
RADIO: {buzzing} {–coming to you live from New York City!}
RADIO: {The New York City Safe Zone, is what.}
RADIO: {That's right, of course. Can you hear us, back home?}
RADIO: {I think it's just us, love. What d'you want to talk about?}
RADIO: {I think we're on the air, Mr Lode.}
RADIO: {Oh fuck.}
RADIO: {Haha, language, Wes. Now, you're no stranger to New York, isn't that right?}
RADIO: {An old acquaintance. It's a bittersweet reunion.}
RADIO: {Well as you can see, everyone, finishing touches of the World's Fair are coming together right behind us – it certainly is an exciting time to be a New Yorker! What are you hoping to bring to our American friends, Wes?}
RADIO: {Just the usual, Suzie. Charisma, uniqueness, nerve– }
RADIO: {Oh come on, you have to give us a hint.}
RADIO: {We're throwing a party, let's put it that way. I've been working on the Virtual Gala with my good friends at Crito for a good year now, and I reckon it'll be fu– flippin' amazing. We love the United States, we really do, you know, and it's absolutely tragic, the things they've been through. I have the unique opportunity to bring a little fucking flare, that's all, and I intend to do it. It's gonna be a grand old time.}
RADIO: {Is there anything else you can tell us? What should we expect?}
RADIO: {Bring your sunglasses, the future's bright, or whateverrr. And no, it's not on the Internet, stop @-ing me.}
RADIO: {Well thank you so much for dropping by, Wes. This is Suzie McMichaels, with BBC Breakfast. Back to you, Allan.}
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OOC Date: May 17, 2019
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RADIO: "— the obligation that Evos have to society."
RADIO: "We're well past the point of superheroes, don't get me wrong. I'm absolutely against the idea of a private citizen wielding any kind of power that compromises or usurps law enforcement or anything like that. But we need to consider the implications of inaction."
RADIO: "Take First Lady Carol Praeger, for example."
RADIO: "The world owes her a great debt for almost single-handedly bring an end to the H5N10 thanks to the superpower gifted by her own genetics, but what have we seen from her since that time? Some soup kitchens, an expensive science fair, but I'm personally waiting on the news that we live on a disease-free earth. Doesn't she, by virtue of what she she can do, have a responsibility? A mandate, even."
RADIO: "I guess we can guarantee a healthy President, haha."
RADIO: "Or perhaps, a wealthy investor with a sick daughter, a rival political peer with a terminal illness, or perhaps she could choose not to do that, depending on the outcome of an off the record meeting. You see what I'm getting at."
RADIO: "As long as we live in a world of superpowers, unchecked and unregulated, even the act of not using them can be destructive, corrupt, and unnatural. Even powers that aren't used are powerful by virtue of existing."
RADIO: "What's the solution, folks?"
RADIO: "And that's just the reality we have to face, sooner or later."
RADIO: "This is Oscar Nystrom, you're listening to WVMA — telling it like it is."
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OOC Date: June 11, 2019
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RADIO: {crackle} – ink what we're really looking at here is a clear-cut piece of evidence on the danger that Evolved– SLC-Expressives– whatever can pose to the larger world. It doesn't have to be nuclear. They can hold our financial institutions hostage.
RADIO: (Host): Sure, sure. But we've had to live through digital terror threats since before the war. Chinese hackers were–
RADIO: (Guest): Chinese hackers were backed by an entire sovereign nation, Phil.
RADIO: (Guest): This hacker? They're a single individual. One person taking down a multinational corporation.
RADIO: (Host): That's stretching. We don't know if this is a lone-wolf situation and defacing a website isn't really–
RADIO: (Guest): Defacing?
RADIO: (Guest): If we're to believe everything this hacker's done they've stolen data from company servers and posted it publically. What if this was our bank accounts?
RADIO: (Host): But… it isn't. I mean, if you look at what's being posted – if it's real – that looks like whistle blowing to me. This implicates Praxis in crimes against hum–
RADIO: (Guest): If. If. If.
RADIO: (Guest): The big picture here is a multi-trillion dollar company was just smacked flat on the ass by a single person. This is an extant threat, one that we need to develop countermeasures for.
RADIO: (Host): Like tighter Registration?
RADIO: (Guest): No.
RADIO: (Guest): I'm talking anti-technopathic weapons. Technology designed to protect us against Expressive abilities. There's a european company working on non-chemical negation, did you know that?
RADIO: (Host): I didn't. I–
RADIO: (Guest): We need to level the playing field. Praxis is one of three major companies leading the way in the fields of cybernetics and biotech augmentations. What if this is a targeted attack against a means by which ordinary people can rise to the level of the extraordinary?
RADIO: (Host): Now didn't you just shout if at me a lot there?
RADIO: (Guest): I'm just trying to be realistic, Phil.
RADIO: (Host): And that's all the time we have for today. Our guest tonight was Hal Dearborne, CEO of Cyberpath Securities. Tomorrow on the show we'll have Amelia Karlslund talking with us about Norway's small but vocal Pro-Expressive movement. I'm Phil Whitley, and this has been Phil You In on NPR.
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RADIO: (Announcer): You've been listening to Phil You in on New York Public Radio. Our show is sponsored in part by the Goodchild Foundation, seeking to reunite war orphans with their family members and The Tallest Tree Foundation, helping to identify the remains of those lost during the civil war, and the Deveaux Society, a philanthropic organization at the forefront of SLC-Expressive rights. You can catch Phil Me In weekdays at 2:30 pm and an encore broadcast weeknights at 9:45 pm.
RADIO: (Announcer): This is NPR.
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OOC Date: June 25, 2019
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RADIO: {crackling}
RADIO: Woman's Voice: We have to be careful about how all of this goes down.
RADIO: Man's Voice: That's not exactly simple, given my predicament.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: Are you sure this line is secure?
RADIO: Man's Voice: No. DHS is likely already at my house.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: Does your wife–
RADIO: Man's Voice: She doesn't know anything.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: What about Cassandra?
RADIO: Man's Voice: No.
RADIO: Man's Voice: Though…
RADIO: Man's Voice: Given everything that happened, it's likely she was how they found me out.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: Nnn.
RADIO: Man's Voice: Do you have a line inside DHS?
RADIO: Woman's Voice: I do.
RADIO: Man's Voice: If they get Pierce, if his entire fucking head doesn't explode, they'll find me.
RADIO: Man's Voice: I need Damian.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: I… don't know where Damian is. He's been missing since Natazhat.
RADIO: Man's Voice: Ah.
RADIO: Man's Voice: That's… unfortunate.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: I'll do what I can to obstruct, but you understand I can't do much.
RADIO: Man's Voice: Yes. I know. I understand.
RADIO: Man's Voice: Lest the others find out.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: You won't be left to languish in prison forever, Alphonse.
RADIO: Man's Voice: No.
RADIO: Man's Voice: They'll likely hang me.
RADIO: Man's Voice: Long before then.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: You've been loyal all these years.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: Your loyalty– and Caspar's– won't be forgotten.
RADIO: Man's Voice: I suppose that's ironic.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: Yes. I… I suppose it is.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: Yes. Do be safe, Alphonse. Remember your training, remember the cause, remember the future.
RADIO: Alphonse Voice: Dark is the hour before the sun rises.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: Dark is the hour before the sun rises.
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: {ringing}
RADIO: {click}
RADIO: Man's Voice: Wei?
RADIO: Woman's Voice: I can see eye to eye.
RADIO: Man's Voice: …
RADIO: Man's Voice: …one moment.
RADIO: {click}
RADIO: Adam: Good morning, dear.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: Have you read the paper today?
RADIO: Adam: I'm old but I'm not a fossil.
RADIO: Adam: But I saw.
RADIO: Adam: I liked Al.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: Regrettable losses. DHS is distracted by the Fort Irwin situation.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: I believe Wolfhound will be too.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: This is a good window, yes?
RADIO: Adam: I was thinking the same thing. Clever on you, my dear.
RADIO: Adam: Have you been following this business Raytech's been up to?
RADIO: Woman's Voice: Excuse me?
RADIO: Adam: The Looking Glass.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: Ah… no it… slipped past me. Is this something I should devote resources to?
RADIO: Adam: I honestly don't know. I won't for certain until I get the last penny back from the Nakamura vault.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: Ah, yes. How… is that progressing?
RADIO: Adam: Slowly.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: Well, I will await your further instructions on the matter once you are fully yourself again.
RADIO: Adam: You know, that's the thing someone says when it's exactly what they don't want to do. You do realize that, yeah?
RADIO: Woman's Voice: I merely–
RADIO: Adam: You merely nothing.
RADIO: Adam: You will wait until I give you orders.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: Of course.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: I wouldn't–
RADIO: Adam: Even be alive if it weren't for me.
RADIO: Adam: You'd be in that ditch with your parents.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: …
RADIO: Adam: Leave Alphonse. If he gets the noose, so be it. He took work with Humanis First, no matter the cause, and he can swing in the wind for all I care.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: Yes. I… I understand.
RADIO: Adam: Good.
RADIO: {click}
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: {crackle}
RADIO: {ringing}
RADIO: {ringing}
RADIO: {click}
RADIO: Kam: This is Nisatta.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: I can see eye to eye.
RADIO: Kam: …
RADIO: Kam: Private Mode.
RADIO: Kam: We have 35 seconds.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: Adam doesn't know.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: We may proceed as planned.
RADIO: Kam: How will I best serve?
RADIO: Woman's Voice: Raytech is opening the door.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: Whatever aid you can ensure they receive, without being caught.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: Do it.
RADIO: Kam: …I… I understand.
RADIO: Kam: Fifteen seconds.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: Stay strong, God will need a vessel upon its return.
RADIO: Kam: …Yes.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: Do not fear, Nisatta.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: Fear is for mortals.
RADIO: Kam: {silence}
RADIO: Woman's Voice: Dark is the hour before the sun rises.
RADIO: Kam: I– have to terminate the call.
RADIO: {click}
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: {ringing}
RADIO: {ringing}
RADIO: Man's Voice: Hellllo?
RADIO: Woman's Voice: Tabun Khara Obo Crater. We need telemetry.
RADIO: Man's Voice: Oh, is… it time already?
RADIO: Man's Voice: I'll need to press a good shirt.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: How soon can you be in Mongolia?
RADIO: Man's Voice: Thirteen hours? Not counting time zones.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: Hurry. We cannot risk the dish not being finished.
RADIO: Man's Voice: You can count on me.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: For your sake, Mr. Kellar, I certainly hope so.
RADIO: {click}
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RADIO: {static} – ust listened to Back on Black by Shard. Before that was 2Pac featuring Doctor Dre with California Love. That closes out our hour of classic rap and hip-hop here at WSZR…
RADIO: DJ Lancelot will be coming in shortly with Industrial Cleaner, an hour block of the finest synth, darkwave, and industrial music from the 80s and 90s.
RADIO: I've been your host for the night, Jolene, and to close us out I'm going to play a new single from Gary Numan to ease you into DJ Lancelot.
RADIO: This is My name is Ruin on WSZR, Safe Zone Radio.
RADIO: {click}
RADIO: When they called me broken, I knew
RADIO: When they called me evil, I knew
RADIO: When they called me ruin, I knew
RADIO: I would always find my way to you
RADIO: {ringing}
RADIO: When I beg forgiveness, they knew
RADIO: When I beg for mercy, they knew
RADIO: When I beg for nothing, they knew
RADIO: I would always find my way to you
RADIO: {Kore wa daredesu ka?}
RADIO: My name is ruin, my name is vengeance
RADIO: My name is no one, no one is calling
RADIO: My name is ruin, my name is heartbreak
RADIO: My name is loving, but sorrows and darkness
RADIO: My name is ruin, my name is evil
RADIO: My name's a war song, I sing you a new one
RADIO: My name is ruin, my name is broken
RADIO: My name is shameless, I'll tear you wide open
RADIO: {Ms. Namakura, I'm sorry to call you at such a late hour where you are. My name is Alice Shaw, I'm the Public Relations director for SESA.)
RADIO: When I called you poison, you knew
RADIO: When I called you shameful, you knew
RADIO: When I called you a liar, you knew
RADIO: I would always find my way to you
RADIO: {It's… three in the morning, Miss Shaw. What is this about?}
RADIO: I'll show you ruin, I'll show you vengeance
RADIO: I'll show you no one, and no one is calling
RADIO: I'll show you ruin, I'll show you heartbreak
RADIO: I'll show you loving, and sorrow and darkness
RADIO: {I thought it might be in your interests to know, we believe that Adam Monroe may be in league with… well… the best description we can give is an entity of unknown origin, dwelling– and please I know this will sound outrageous– outside of time.}
RADIO: I'll show you ruin, I'll show you evil
RADIO: I'll sing you a war song, I'll sing you a new one
RADIO: I'll show you ruin, I'll show you broken
RADIO: I'll show you shameless
RADIO: {…tell me more.}
RADIO: I'll tear you wide open.
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  • This broadcast is (clearly) set in Volume 1. However, it has just been revealed now.

OOC Date: July 24, 2019
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: {hissing}
RADIO: {crackle}
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: {clicking}
RADIO: {stutter}
RADIO: {static} –meone take these dreams away
RADIO: That point me to another day
RADIO: A dual personality
RADIO: A strange but true reality
RADIO: {ringing}
RADIO: {ringing}
RADIO: {click}
RADIO: Man's Voice: Hallo?
RADIO: Woman's Voice: Ek is jammer om hierdie uur te bel.
RADIO: Man's Voice: Ah. Yes, you. Please. English will do. Your Afrikaans is as bad as my Mandarin.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: My apologies. It's been slow going.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: The Director wanted to inform you that the Minister of Justice returned home from his trip to Taiwan.
RADIO: Man's Voice: Did he.
RADIO: Man's Voice: When did his plane land?
RADIO: Woman's Voice: 16:35 JST.
RADIO: Man's Voice: You're prompt.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: Thank you, sir.
RADIO: Man's Voice: I'll make sure he's invited to the festivities.
RADIO: Man's Voice: I'd like you to be there as well.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: …Why is that?
RADIO: Man's Voice: I feel like we've never had an opportunity to… get to know one-another.
RADIO: {They keep calling me}
RADIO: {Keep on calling me}
RADIO: {They keep calling me}
RADIO: Man's Voice: Consider it a polite request. It would do you good to see how the other half lives.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: I'll– consider it.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: The Director–
RADIO: Man's Voice: Doesn't own you.
RADIO: Man's Voice: Please remember that.
RADIO: {Figures from the past stand tall}
RADIO: {And mocking voices ring above}
RADIO: {Imperialistic house of prayer}
RADIO: {Conquistadors who took their share}
RADIO: Woman's Voice: Wo hui jin wo de quanli.
RADIO: Man's Voice: I know you will.
RADIO: Man's Voice: You're dutiful to the end, Lanhua.
RADIO: Lanhua: Thank you for saying as much.
RADIO: Lanhua: I… will perhaps see you in Tokyo, Mr. Naidu.
RADIO: Mr. Naidu: I look forward to learning your truth.
RADIO: {they keep calling me}
RADIO: {keep on calling me}
RADIO: {they keep calling me}
RADIO: {click}
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: {ringing}
RADIO: {ringing}
RADIO: {click}
RADIO: Man's Voice: Omatase shite moshiwake gozaimase.
RADIO: Mr. Naidu: Konnichiwa, Komura-san.
RADIO: Komura: Nnn.
RADIO: Komura: Koko ni… denwa shinaide kudasai.
RADIO: Mr. Naidu: Jikandesu, Komura-san.
RADIO: Mr. Naidu: Jikandesu.
RADIO: Komura: Hh–
RADIO: Komura: I-Ima?
RADIO: Mr. Naidu: Hai.
RADIO: Komura: Nnn…
RADIO: Komura: Kanojo wa… wa anzendesu ka?
RADIO: Mr. Naidu: Imanotokoro.
RADIO: Mr. Naidu: Shikashi…
RADIO: Komura: Moshi sonara…
RADIO: Komura: Watashi wa… Asi o okurimasu.
RADIO: Mr. Naidu: Call me when she is on the way.
RADIO: Mr. Naidu: Otherwise…
RADIO: Komura: I understand. Please, just… Kanojo o kizutsukenaide kudasai. Don't hurt her.
RADIO: Mr. Naidu: Anata no musume wa utsukushidesu. What kind of person do you take me for, Komura. I wouldn't hurt a child.
RADIO: Komura: H-Hai.
RADIO: Komura: T-Toki ga… kitara denwa shimasu.
RADIO: Mr. Naidu: See that you do.
RADIO: {click}
RADIO: {ringing}
RADIO: {ringing}
RADIO: Tired Man's Voice: M-Mmmoshi m'shi?
RADIO: Komura: Genki.
RADIO: Genki: {sounds of phone dropping to floor}
RADIO: Genki: {muffled cursing in Japanese}
RADIO: Genki: H-Hai! Komura-sama.
RADIO: Genki: Nan–
RADIO: Komura: Damatte kiite kudasai.
RADIO: Genki: H-Hai.
RADIO: Komura: Kore wa juyo.
RADIO: Komura: Anata no tasuke ga hitsuyodesu.
RADIO: Genki: Nani demo.
RADIO: Komura: Pen o te ni ire nasai.
RADIO: {*pop*}

OOC Date: October 17, 2019
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: {buzz}
RADIO: Somewhere
RADIO: beyond the sea
RADIO: {crashing waves}
RADIO: somewhere
RADIO: waiting for me
RADIO: {distant, muffled screams}
RADIO: my lover stands on golden sands
RADIO: and watches the ships
RADIO: {gunfire}
RADIO: that go sailin'
RADIO: Somewhere
RADIO: {Ben.}
RADIO: beyond the sea
RADIO: {I'm so sorry}
RADIO: she's there
RADIO: watching for me
RADIO: {I'm so sorry I never got to say}
RADIO: if I could fly like birds on high
RADIO: {how much}
RADIO: then straight to her arms
RADIO: {I loved you}
RADIO: I'd go
RADIO: {or}
RADIO: sailing
RADIO: {goodbye}
RADIO: It's far
RADIO: beyond the stars
RADIO: {gunfire}
RADIO: it's near beyond the moon
RADIO: {shouting}
RADIO: i know beyond a doubt
RADIO: {screaming}
RADIO: my heart will lead me there
RADIO: {Every Evolved, up against the wall!}
RADIO: soon
RADIO: We'll meet
RADIO: beyond the shore
RADIO: {gunfire}
RADIO: We'll kiss
RADIO: {shouting}
RADIO: just as before
RADIO: {This area's clear}
RADIO: happy we'll be beyond the sea
RADIO: {moving on to the library}
RADIO: and never again I'll go
RADIO: sailing

OOC Date: November 26, 2019
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: {hiss}
RADIO: {crackle}
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: {static} – ven years on and the incremental progress in returning America to anything other than a divided nation feels superficial. Yes, we have Safe Zones, but what does that even mean? How is that America? What are we doing about the vast gulf of ruined lives in between? How–
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: {static} – rguing the same points. Where do we draw the line with intervention in foreign affairs? Yes, the United States Military is in a state of disarray and, some would say, weakness after the war. But with the number of SLC-Expressives volunteering to serve, does a traditional military of guns and bombs even make sense anym –
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: {static} – uestions no one is asking. What caused the global auroral phenomenon and the visions from last year? What made them end? You ask ten people you're going to get ten different answers. You have people like the Aspirant Seekers who believe that it was literally a message from God, one intended to be dec –
RADIO: {static} – ne of these days the lines are going to be clearly drawn. America was a microcosm of the greater global conflict to come. It's going to be Expressives versus Non-Expressives, winner take all. We can already see this playing out on the international stage. Mazdak is an Evo-Supremacist nation that has made no effort to hide their bias and prejudice. What happens when they t –
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: {static} – alking to Christine Hirsch, author of the book "My Forgotten Selves" a look into the concepts of past lives and the circular universe. Christine, your book proposes the notion that the visions many experienced last year weren't an SLC-Expressive phenomenon at all, but rather a mass re-awakening of suppressed genetic memory from previous iterations of history. You called it, "past lives of the universe." Can you tell us ab –
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: {static} – our show today is physicist and author Pauline Kemper whose latest book, "Atropos' Shears" analyzes the concepts of string theory and M Theory. In her work, Doctor Kemper discusses that even in a many worlds interpretation of the universe, there could only be a finite – if unfathomable – number of possible alternate universes due to the cons –
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: {static} – t's exactly what I saw. Hand of God, cross m'goddamn heart. I was out there in the bed of my truck, watching the meteor shower, when I saw a light on the horizon. So I say to m'self, that's city lights. But I'm so far out in back country it's a forty-five minute drive out to anywhere and they ain't got lights like that. But… but I swear to you, I sat up and there was a city. For just a second, clear as day, it was there. I'm telling you, it was a –
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: See the animal
RADIO: in his cage that you built
RADIO: Are you sure what side you're on?
RADIO: {ringing}
RADIO: {ringing}
RADIO: Woman's Voice: It's extremely late.
RADIO: Man's Voice: I'm sorry, Director. We're just… we're there. Ahead of schedule.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: {muffled sounds} Okay.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: Okay.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: Report.
RADIO: See the safety of the life you have built
RADIO: Everything where it belongs
RADIO: Feel the hollowness inside of your heart
RADIO: And it's all right where it belongs
RADIO: Man's Voice: I've been trying to figure out how to describe it for a little bit. So, I'm just– can you take video?
RADIO: Woman's Voice: Send it over.
RADIO: Man's Voice: I'm… there you go. Here, let me–
RADIO: Woman's Voice: I don't ss– oh my God.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: Jesus Christ.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: What is that?
RADIO: What if everything around you
RADIO: Isn't quite as it seems?
RADIO: What if all the world you think you know
RADIO: Is an elaborate dream?
RADIO: Man's Voice: I don't know.
RADIO: Man's Voice: No one knows.
RADIO: Man's Voice: Springdale Utah, I guess.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: That's not funny.
RADIO: Man's Voice: It used to be. I don't even know what to describe it as now.
RADIO: Man's Voice: It's like…
RADIO: Woman's Voice: …it's folded?
RADIO: Woman's Voice: On itself?
RADIO: And if you look at your reflection
RADIO: Is it all you want it to be?
RADIO: What if you could look right through the cracks
RADIO: Would you find yourself find yourself afraid to see?
RADIO: Man's Voice: This one's lasted longer than the others.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: How long?
RADIO: Man's Voice: We've been here four hours.
RADIO: Man's Voice: The others lasted less than two.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: Is it showing signs of instability?
RADIO: Man's Voice: I'd… say yes.
RADIO: What if all the world's inside of your head?
RADIO: Just creations of your own
RADIO: Your devils and your gods all the living and the dead
RADIO: And you really oughta know
RADIO: Man's Voice: Estimates are it'll last for another hour, tops. Then it'll be like the others.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: Was anyone living there? Settlers?
RADIO: Man's Voice: There's no way to tell. Nothing could've survived that.
RADIO: Man's Voice: There are… some concerns though.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: You don't say.
RADIO: Man's Voice: Recognizable geography.
RADIO: You can live in this illusion
RADIO: You can choose to believe
RADIO: You keep looking but you can't find the ones
RADIO: Are you hiding in the trees?
RADIO: Woman's Voice: I don't follow.
RADIO: Man's Voice: It's too dark to pick up on the video feed, but out past the town center there's a building. I recognized it.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: From?
RADIO: Man's Voice: Second hand. The reports, from when the Refugees came through.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: …excuse me?
RADIO: What if everything around you
RADIO: Isn't quite as it seems?
RADIO: What if all the world you used to know
RADIO: Is an elaborate dream?
RADIO: Man's Voice: Staten Island.
RADIO: And if you look at your reflection
RADIO: Man's Voice: The uh… what was it called
RADIO: Is it all you want it to be?
RADIO: Man's Voice: The Outer District.
RADIO: What if you could look right through the cracks
RADIO: Man's Voice: The factory.
RADIO: Would you find yourself
RADIO: Man's Voice: The one Harrison destroyed.
RADIO: find yourself…
RADIO: Man's Voice: But it's here.
RADIO: …afraid to see.
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: {ringing}
RADIO: {click}
RADIO: Rough Voice: …is this secure?
RADIO: Woman's Voice: Briefly.
RADIO: Rough Voice: I'm listening.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: Have you heard of Shedda Dinu operating in the American Southwest?
RADIO: Rough Voice: …No. Not at all. Why?
RADIO: Woman's Voice: Nothing, I just– had a terrible thought. I needed someone to prove me wrong.
RADIO: Rough Voice: Are you alright, Madeline?
RADIO: Choi: I'll be fine. I just… there's a lot happening right now.
RADIO: Rough Voice: You're telling me.
RADIO: Choi: I should let you go. I'm sorry. I just… I needed to talk to someone I trust.
RADIO: Rough Voice: Mnhmm. Best be careful who you say that around.
RADIO: Rough Voice: I didn't do all of this for nothing.
RADIO: Choi: I know, Donald.
RADIO: Choi: I know.
RADIO: {pop}

OOC Date: December 1, 2019
{In my eyes}

Legs kicking and fingers curled into her blankets, Niki Zimmerman awakens with hastened breathing and sweat slicking her brow. The room around her is dark, the world quiet outside her closed window save for the distant howl of wind. Her heart is pounding in her chest, prickling sensations tingling her fingertips. In the bedroom window, she sees her own silhouette. Eyes of gold, fading slowly.

{Indisposed}

White eyes watch Kaylee as she speaks, pupils shifting away when she begins to talk about the voice. Squeaks' words are truer than Huruma would like to admit, as are Eve's, as far as it goes. Her eyes go back to Kaylee, silently projecting and hoping that the telepath picks it up without effort.

{In disguises no one knows}

“This was my father’s,” Kimiko says quietly, “a book of names and addresses, mostly belonging to the dead now. This is from his time with the Company in the 1980s,” she says, pivoting the book so the text is aligned with Elaine’s perspective. “I want you to keep it, and… when you're ready for an answer for what you're about to see, to take it to Richard Ray at Raytech. He will be better able to explain it to you than I.”

{Hides the face}

“They exist outside of time, outside of space. What is time, to them?” Kam raises one brow, spreading her hands and carrying the snake with one. “Not a line, surely. More… a web.” Looking to the armor of Adam Monroe’s past life, Kam looks momentarily wistful, then settles back on Kaylee.

{Lies the snake}

Staring Kaylee down, Kam’s voice is heard at the telepath’s back. “You know you can’t run!” But she tries anyway, scrambling back through the museum displays, past glass cases containing diorama of her mother’s apartment in Cambridge, past a mannequin dressed in a sweater vest and khaki pants with a pair of wire-framed glasses perched on its nose, holding a ball of red thread in one hand, past a painting of Hokuto Ichihara in her yellow-eyed dreaming state, holding a black serpent in porcelain pale hands.

{And the sun in my disgrace}

"You tried to kill the world." Peter says through his teeth, bringing the rock down only to have Adam grab his wrist at the last minute. The two struggle in the sand, until Adam pulls back a leg and kicks Peter off of him, launching the younger man back into the shallows. Adam, gasping for breath, slowly pulls himself up to his feet as Peter moves to do the same. The eclipse is reflected in the water around Peter, and Adam spits blood into the sand.

{Boiling heat}

Over the treetops stripped of some leaves by the shockwave rises a black plume of smoke ringed with gray ashes that resembles not a mushroom cloud or a plume of fire. It is not a thermonuclear explosion but something otherworldly and unreal. A five fingered hand of smoke and ash and flames grasping up toward the sky with fingers curling inward toward its palm. By the time Nicole is coming up behind Ryans to see what he sees, it is already too late. The hand has closed into a fist and the black cloud looks like little more than a mushroom cloud from a tremendous explosion. It makes Ryans wonder if his eyes were playing tricks on him, if—

{Summer stench}

The soft crunch of footfalls over a dirt and gravel road accompanies Richard and Voss as they make their way through a flattened stretch of forest, trees stripped of bark and gray. Ashes cling to the ground like the site of a massive pyre, kicked up into the air like they were walking on the surface of the moon. Up ahead, the greenish-blue glow in the clouds has grown stronger. Nearer, floodlights are set up by where three SUVs are parked across the road. Figures in drab military uniforms, clearly members of the military police, stand guard — armed — against intrusion.

{'Neath the black the sky looks dead}

Oh, look, it's Uluru the Invincible. Because of course it is.

{Call my name through the cream}

"Eve…" Lene murmurs, green eyes flicking from drawing to prophet. "…what have you done?"

{And I'll hear you scream again}

"I don't absorb the electricity, the… umbrales just seem to… need them to form. I don't really know how that part works. I can't sense electricity, or anything," Mateo explains, thinking back on the times when, much like this, he tried to learn to control his ability. It was one day, years ago, that he discovered he could open two of them at once. And that it stopped drawing everything in.
{Black hole sun}

“We’re still here,” Ruiz whispers from where he holds onto his wife, weak from the draining electricity, weak from the overload that he can feel in his bones. He had felt it all unravel at the end, everything. And then… then they were somewhere, everywhere, all at once. Together. The small cut on his cheek burns, a small amount of blood dripping down from the relative scratch. “Do you think they made it?” he asks his wife, not quite seeing any of the infinite around them. All the lines lining up in a knot, tangled and mashed together insensibly.

{Won't you come}

So, naturally, Sibyl does… in secret, and on days she knows she’d otherwise waste in the cool, dark safety of the attic, which has been more of a home to her than Saint Margaret’s ever was. It isn’t that she doesn’t enjoy sitting at the piano and practicing her scales, or curling into the downy softness of her goosefeather comforter to listen to the rhythm of the summer rain drumming against her window. She simply likes the feeling of it on her face more than she does watching it carve patterns in the glass.

{And wash away the rain}

All Mateo can hear isn't the sonic emitter, isn't the voices, it's the noise in the back of his mind. It's El Umbral, clearer now more so than ever.

{Black hole sun}

It’s the same voice that answers him, though even more hoarse, like he’d been screaming for a while, or like someone who has had nothing to drink forever. “Some made it. Your daughter did, with Liz.” He knew there should have been more, but— he also knew that was the one answer they’d want the most. The one answer he’d want the most.

{Won't you come}

They were mirrors, the two Mateo Ruiz’s. With flaws here and there. One drenched in blood from his nose, still standing, grasping tight to a hand against his chest. Everything should hurt, in a way it did, but everything felt… light all at the same time. He could see the world around them, as he stood tall, watching the oddities lined up over oddities. He glanced up at the sky— this wasn’t the Garden he was used to, the small part he had been confined to for so long twisting around in endless circles.

{Won't you come}

Maybe this was what had been beyond the hedges.

{Stuttering}

"It's all connected." Waving her hand in the air to indicate this goddess and the children of the Lighthouse, Brian.. she.. Isis.. all of them. "I kept looking where I shouldn't, sticking my face under the River to listen how the echoes directed me." Eve sounds mournful, she's mourning a piece of herself lost to the ether, "Mother and Father sees it all, they know us. Us their Children of the Eclipse," using the term that Squeaks had learned from Zhao. There's a moment of pause and then Eve is leaning forward unexpectedly and looking into Isis' goldish eyes with her crimson ones.

{cold and damp}

It must be a memory. “Small. Dark eyes, hair. Still dark. Still.” She swallows hard. Focus is impossible under the influence of negation drugs, but she’s trying anyway. “You wanted to help him. Samson. Samson, the cage. Let her out. Please.”

{Steal the warm wind}

The sounds of El Umbral, always present to Mateo in one form or another, comes through clearly, blocking out the sounds of those around him, riding along the sounds of heartbeats in his head, rushing like water flowing down from a waterfall and crashing on the ground below, like the ocean, like the hum of electricity, like an avalanche on a mountain peak, like roaring fire that leaves the air shimmering. It’s only the hand against his and the hand on his shoulder that he really can notice. His wife and his sister. That is enough to cause him to reach out with his free hand, making a gesture, spreading fingers, like flicking something open.

{tired friend}

Joy’s eyes widen and she looks at Jac with new eyes. “I know,” is her breathy response. But it still doesn’t answer one thing. “Why did you tell me to come here?” She asks with a slow shake of her head. Adam exhales a tired sigh, then looks over to Jac and back.

{Times are gone for honest men}

Benjamin Ryans brought his family into his private world once, and it cost his son his life. As Nicole turns to see Ryans at the top of the stairs, he prevents that future from coming to pass. She can feel it in her heart a second before the metal bulkhead door slams shut. Her protesting cries echoing up from within the basement, the pleading cries of Pippa for her father. They won't understand now. But if he's right, they may live long enough to forgive him.

{And sometimes far too long for snakes}

Kravid’s eyes slowly widen as she takes in the pallid frame of the figure laying in the case. Gray skin and white hair, sunken eyes look cadaverous, but stare up nonetheless with unseeing blue. Adam sniffs the air, sour-sweet, and aims the barrel of his handgun down at the figure’s head. He hesitates and in that moment Kravid slowly edges closer.

{In my shoes}

A child stands atop a grassy hill below the sun, no more than two years old and as naked as the day they were born, cast in a shroud of innocence in ways only children can be. The child raises a tanned arm over their head, fingers splayed, and the wind changes to swirl their dark hair about. They stare up into the eclipse, tears streaming down their cheeks.

{a walking sleep}

Hands claw at the air, and Eve plummets from the roof, body twisting and an involuntary scream rising up from the back of her throat. She impacts the pavement, back and shoulder breaking from the impact, skill fracturing, vision blurring. She didn't slip, Barbara Zimmerman is standing where she was on the roof. She was pushed.

{And my youth I pray to keep}

“You’re an opportunist.” Adam hisses, training the pistol down on Erica. “You’re the mole. I traced the communications to Nakamura, you’ve been feeding her intelligence for how long?” Erica’s expression becomes one of stone, her jaw tight in spite of the searing pain and the growing fear from the lack of feeling in her legs. Kravid’s gaze stays locked on Adam’s.

{Heaven sent hell away}

"It's over." Charles commands, his eyes focused on Simon Broome's form, his eyes burning with the light of the sun. "Karin!" Charles shouts into the darkness, "Karin we need Mateo!"

{No one sings like you anymore}

"La mer," Eve sings softly, running a hand through her midnight black hair. She closes her eyes and sways, tapping her thigh as she sings, "Qu'on voit danser le long des golfes clairs." The song that has haunted Eve's dreams… the first song she ever heard Else sing.

{Black hole sun}

The swirling vortex kicks up a howling wind that blows loose papers around the ground floor of the observatory. Flashes of electricity snap brightly around the infinitely black disc of the vortex, from which nothing escapes. A sheaf of paper blown into its orbit is shredded and set on fire, then collapses down into the inky blackness to nothing.

{Won't you come}

Every breath hurt. His chest felt tight. He just wanted to lay down, forever. “My mom died, didn’t she?” he asks after a moment, this time to Lynette. There’s tears in his eyes. He had only known her moments, but it had felt like so much more than that.

{And wash away the rain}

Summer thunderstorms are her favourite. The air is warm and fragrant with the smell of wildflowers that grow in old parking lots converted to open seas of tall weeds and foxtails, surrounded by drooping chain-link fences. Like many of the children who reside in New York Safe Zone, her memories of how the city used to look are like a half-remembered dream. People used to drive cars; these days the streets are a river of moving bodies hurrying to get from one place to the other, interrupted by the occasional sputter and pop of a motorbike weaving its way through the crowd.

{Black hole sun}

Unable to hear anything beyond the call of El Umbral, Mateo can feel a disturbance in the vortex. The sonic emitter is warping it, making it easy for it to open but harder to keep stable. The portal is not safe, not for anyone or anything to enter. But yet he can feel something on the other side, feel a connection like sympathetic ends of a magnet coming closer to one another, but there's something missing. Something is out of alignment.

{Won't you come}

And yet he knew he would give almost anything for a minute more. Maybe down one of those cracks in time, he had those moments, he couldn’t help but look out toward the fading edges.

{Won't you come}

"She did," Lynette says, putting a hand on Mateo's arm, "but she saved everyone. Their daughter." She looks across from her, at her own double. It's a stranger feeling than she was expecting when they started trying to save the other otter. She's aware that compared to the Traveler, she's the more flawed. More scarred. Physically and not. She never believed there was a version of her who was good, only those who tried it on like an ill-fitting coat.

{Black hole sun}

As Lynette feeds power into El Umbral, she feels something that she's felt the last time on the rooftop of the Deveaux Building. She feels a hunger in the void, a yawning neediness. Not entirely unlike an empty stomach, in spite of all of the power she's flooding into the portal, it hungers for more, needs more fuel to make that last push. It wants everything she has. And perhaps most frighteningly, more.

{Won't you come}

"Where are we," she opts to ask, instead of voicing her more existential questions.

{Won't you come}

Reaching a hand up, Lynette wipes the blood and tears from her face. Her struggle to open the portal still weighs on her, as if she were still holding it open. "We were always coming here," she says, turning to Ruiz. "El Umbral picked where we landed, not me. But," she looks up at the kaleidoscope of cities around them, turning in place as if she might be able to find her home among them. Her words are lost, but obvious. Because they landed everywhere and nowhere.

{Black hole sun}

Then it starts.

{pop}

{hiss}

“Caspar was hiding something from me,” is how Adam chooses to start his explanation. “He handled the redactions, held our physical memories, but he took something to the grave with him. More than just guilt over what he’d done or anything… like that. I’d sent two people he had no way of recognizing out to bring him in and he still went and shot himself. Like he was trying to protect someone.” Certainly not the monster he was keeping in the shipping container, a monster Adam hasn’t so much as bothered to bring up.

Adam closes his eyes, struggling to find a suitable answer. “The real answer is that knowledge is power,” is the tired old phrase he trots out, but puts a new spin on, “and the enemy we fought used our own knowledge against us.” Running both hands through his short hair, Adam seems at his wits end. “The explosion,” he explains, “that was a who, not a what. A lot like what happened to the Petrelli boy, except intentional this time. A being, the one you’ve probably been remembering pieces of…”

Adam looks up at Ben with something in his eyes that Ryans has never seen before. Fear.
“It’s name is

{pop}

OOC Date: February 11, 2020
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RADIO: …which brings us to our next guest tonight. He's the author of "Responsibilities of the Impossible Age" and host of the CFRB talk show Impossible Hours, George Lineham. George, thank you for being here tonight.
RADIO: It's my pleasure. My pleasure. Great show so far.
RADIO: So, George, for the listeners at home can you tell us a little bit about your new book and what your show is about?
RADIO: Sure, sure, yeah. So, most people know that I was a Host from 2008 to 2013 in Toronto
RADIO: And
for the viewers— can you define Host?
RADIO: Oh right, right. Yeah. So I was on the Canadian end of the Ferrymen's delivery system, when they were moving people out of the US before and during the war.
RADIO: So, in essence, you hosted refugees.
RADIO: Yes, secretly of course. Well, an open secret.
RADIO: Thank you, now— sorry— your book?
RADIO: Right, right. Yeah so, one of the reasons I wrote Responsibilities of an Impossible Age— which I didn't expect to take off the way it did— was because of my own internal struggle. I knew I was different— Expressive— since 2002. An empath. Emotion-sensing.
RADIO: That must have been hard as a Host.
RADIO: Oh yeah, I didn't know how to turn it off back then. I was really depressed.
RADIO: So, how did this inspire your book?
RADIO: Well, after the war ended I really had to do a hard look back on why I became a Host. How I got wrapped up in the Ferrymen— and that's all covered in the book— but… I felt it was a responsibility. Not because it was like, obviously, a moral imperative. But because of who I am.
RADIO: Your ability?
RADIO: Yeah, exactly.
RADIO: Talk me through that.
RADIO: So, people like myself— Expressives— we've been given this… you know, this gift. These powers. I realized that, you know 1% of all humans on Earth are like me, but that's such a small subsection.
RADIO: Vanishingly small.
RADIO: Right! So, I thought— and this is one of those things philosophers will debate— but it feels like we owe it to the rest of humanity to use our abilities to better society.
RADIO: And that's what your book is about.
RADIO: Absolutely. I lived my entire life outside of the American system, in relative safety, in Canada. That's a level of privilege that just— it resonated with me. With my ability. I had to help because I have a… you know— it's essential.
RADIO: Now, George, there's people who've read your book and ask the question "How do people know what's best for society?" Where do Expressives draw the line between helping and interventionalism, and when does it become—
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: {ringing}
RADIO: "Don't look, don't look."
RADIO: {ringing}
RADIO: the shadows breathe
RADIO: {ringing}
RADIO: Whispering me away from you
RADIO: {click}
RADIO: "Don't wake at night to watch her sleep
RADIO: {Good morning Mr. Naidu}
RADIO: You know that you will always lose
RADIO: {I would like a status report.}
RADIO: This trembling
RADIO: {Confirmed death, Nathalie LeRoux.}
RADIO: Adored
RADIO: {And Mr. Cardinal?}
RADIO: Tousled bird mad girl"
RADIO: {He is now the host.}
RADIO: But every night I burn
RADIO: {Amazing, isn't it?}
RADIO: But every night I call your name
RADIO: {Sir?}
RADIO: Every night I burn
RADIO: {It's all happening.}
RADIO: Every night I fall again
RADIO: "Oh don't talk of love"
RADIO: {Just as we were told, yes.}
RADIO: the shadows purr
RADIO: {The Resurrection is at hand.}
RADIO: Murmuring me away from you
RADIO: {It won't be long now.}
RADIO: "Don't talk of worlds that never were
RADIO: {What of the final component?}
RADIO: The end is all that's ever true
RADIO: {A team is preparing for retrieval as we speak, Sir.}
RADIO: There's nothing you can ever say
RADIO: {Then we just need to bring them together.}
RADIO: Nothing you can ever do"
RADIO: {They are conditioned to care for one-another.}
RADIO: Still every night I burn
RADIO: {Everything has led to this moment.}
RADIO: Every night I scream your name
RADIO: {Mr. Cardinal, the black and white conduits… not in the configuration we expected, but the signs were all there.}
RADIO: Every night I burn
RADIO: {They almost undid everything, though. All those years ago}
RADIO: Every night the dream's the same
RADIO: {Arthur Petrelli had to be removed from the equation.}
RADIO: Every night I burn
RADIO: {But we're finally back on track, aren't we?}
RADIO: Waiting for my only friend
RADIO: {As soon as Mr. Cardinal returns to the States.}
RADIO: Every night I burn
RADIO: {He'll go to save her.}
RADIO: Waiting for the world to end
RADIO: {He is predictable.}
RADIO: "Just paint your face"
RADIO: {Like any chess piece, he moves in patterns.}
RADIO: the shadows smile
RADIO: {Straight to her.}
RADIO: Slipping me away from you
RADIO: {Claire Bennet}
RADIO: Oh it doesn't…
RADIO: {*pop*}

OOC Date: May 23, 2020
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RADIO: You're listening to NPR.
RADIO: If you've been paying attention to the news lately, be it through newspapers, the radio, of those of you who have television here in the States, you've likely had one thing on your mind over the last few weeks: November 8th.
RADIO: November 8th, 2018 will be just five short years since General Timothy Moritz authorized a nuclear strike against the United States. This unfathomable act resulted in the destruction of the American way of life as we know it, the creation of the Dead Zone, and in many ways signaled the beginning of the end of the Second American Civil War.
RADIO: We're five years gone from the end of the darkest hour in American history, but it's hard for the anniversary of the war's ostensible beginning to come around without looking back on how we got there. How our nation was divided along lines not only genetic, but also moral. How arguably good people allowed themselves to be manipulated by the government into carrying out atrocities in our own back yard, and how we as a people can prevent that from happening again.
RADIO: We're going to start the program trying to bring some understanding to the very emotional and divisive events of the last seven years. In a few minutes, we'll speak with two individuals who've given a lot of thought to how the country gets beyond the tribalism that precipitated the Second American Civil War.
RADIO: But first, to understand the pressure behind those lines, we have to look back at the centerpiece of this conflict and understand how we came to this point: ordinary people, with extraordinary abilities. Joining us in the studio to discuss that topic is Ilsa Larange, author of "Living in a Mythic Age."
RADIO: Ilsa, thank you for coming on the show today.
RADIO: Ilsa: Thank you for having me, Michael.
RADIO: NPR: In your book, you talk at length about how SLC-Expressives have been a part of modern society since, at least, World War II. Your exhaustive research into the records made public during the Albany Trials has expanded our understanding of the topic considerably, but for those at home who may not be familiar with your work, why don't you break it down for them?
RADIO: Ilsa: Yes, absolutely. It's– Evolved– SLC-Expressives. What came to light during the Albany Trials, through public record of Company documents, is a history of mistreatment and experimentation on SLC-Expressive humans ostensibly started by the Nazi party in the late 1930s and early 1940s, and carried forward by the American government following the conclusion of World War II. A global conspiracy to keep people – people with gifts – a secret from the world at large. This secret, Project Icarus, is the core of all our problems.
RADIO: NPR: And could you elaborate on that? How is a seventy year old program at fault for the November 8th riots? For the Civil War?
RADIO: Ilsa: When you look back – when you trace the events of the last seventy years out – you see everything pointing back to Icarus. Lyuba Kolosova writes about how Kazimir Volken was involved in these experiments in the 1940s in her book Wolves of Valhalla. Furthermore, the United States' continuance of Icarus in the 1950s and 1960s resulted in the formation of what would become the Company at the Coyote Sands relocation center.
RADIO: NPR: Mnhm.
RADIO: Ilsa: The secrecy around this, the uh… the willful conspiracy to defraud the people of not only America but the world at large, it's staggering. If we didn't find out about SLC-Expressive from the bomb, from the lies and conspiracy woven by the Company and the Petrelli family, would we have had such a violent reaction to their existence? If Kazimir Volken hadn't been brought over to America in the 1950s, would we have the Vanguard? I posit in my book that if Project Icarus never started? The world would be a wholly different place.
RADIO: NPR: Fascinating. So how does this tie in to the current political climate, where the United States has done an about-face on its policy regarding SLC-Expressive people, where the rights of people with abilities are dramatically improved?
RADIO: Ilsa: It's a cautionary tale. It's literally the parable of Icarus. People sought to control what they didn't understand, and they flew too high. They flew straight into the sun, melted their wings, and they crashed to Earth. Except the impact of that crash was like an atomic bomb, and we're still feeling the effects today.
RADIO: NPR: So, Ilsa, how far back do you think this all goes? SLC-Expressives, have they been here all along walking beside us? Or was there – somewhere down the line – a point where there weren't any. Where somewhere, someone woke up and said… I'm different.
RADIO: Ilsa: I wonder about this myself, if we can look back far enough to find the Adam or Eve of SLC-Expressives. If we look to mythology as a road map to the supernatural, we see examples of Expressives all throughout history. It's differentiating real people from fictional accounts that's the real struggle, and the topic of my upcoming book, The First.
RADIO: NPR: Before we go on to our other guests, Ilsa, if there was a first… what do you think they were like?
RADIO: Ilsa: I think they weren't all that different from us. They were an ordinary person who woke up one day and discovered the world had become a much more magical place…
RADIO: Ilsa: …and then were persecuted.
RADIO: NPR: Ilsa, thank you for coming on the show today.
RADIO: Ilsa: My pleasure, Michael.
RADIO: NPR: Up next, we will be discussing the divisions in America that led up to the Second American Civil War and the global attitudes that mirror those fires of war. Joining me after the commercial break will be Secretary of State Catherine Chesterfield, and SESA Spokesperson Alice Shaw, next on, All Things Considered.
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RADIO: From the HIGH DESERT in the GREAT AMERICAN SOUTHWEST!
RADIO: I bid you all good evening, good morning, good afternoon, wherever you may be in the world's time zones.
RADIO: Each and every one, covered like a blanket.
RADIO: By this program, Coast to Coast AM.
RADIO: The largest program of it's type… in the world.
RADIO: I'm Art Bell, and it's great to be here.
RADIO: …and I am privileged to be escorting you… through the weekend.
RADIO: So I'm going to just… take a little dip into the news here. What news is, anyway.
RADIO: …and wouldn't you know it. Just wouldn't you know it.
RADIO: New York's in the news.
RADIO: The Biiiig Apple.
RADIO: Well, we all know somebody named Sylar took a bite out of that.
RADIO: But people are still kicking.
RADIO: Kicking indeed.
RADIO: In Brooklyn, we have a report of the murder of a respected NYPD detective. Seems like that is just always a high-danger position.
RADIO: Detective Richard Myron, fifty-two years old, murdered in the attempt to arrest known Evolved fugitive Tyler Case.
RADIO: Can you imagine that? Retirement age, going out in the line of duty.
RADIO: Now, the Department of Homeland Insecurity…
RADIO: …they're tying this to the group we've talked about on these airwaves quite a bit recently.
RADIO: That's right, Phoenix.
RADIO: Now, apparently there was some graffiti near the murder scene.
RADIO: And the feds think that's a smoking gun.
RADIO: Now, I'm no stranger to a tall tale or a stretch
RADIO: But that one, for me, that feels like a bit of a reach.
RADIO: But… in their infinite wisdom, the NYPD is offering a reward of FIFTY THOUSAND DOLLARS for information that leads to the arrests of Phoenix members wanted in connection to Myron's murder.
RADIO: Now if we go a few pages in this newspaper.
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RADIO: Back here in the weather…
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RADIO: Snow on Staten Island!
RADIO: …and nowhere else.
RADIO: Now I've had some people calling in, saying that the government's got the HAARP back up and running.
RADIO: But as weird as it sounds, listeners, we somehow live in simpler times now.
RADIO: A twitch of the nose, a flick of the wrist, and I Dream of Genie brings the snow.
RADIO: No Darrens needed.
RADIO: So, okay. Enough news. Right?
RADIO: I have a guest tonight, he's paranormal investigator and we've had him on the show before.
RADIO: Everyone, all of you out there across the cosmos, put your hands together for Terrence Frady.
RADIO: Terrence: Thanks Art.
RADIO: Terrence: It's always good to be on here. Always good to be here. Always.
RADIO: Art: Now, Terrence. Last time you were on the program, we had a very animated conversation about terrestrial radio signals and ancient alien broadcasts.
RADIO: Art: Things got a little heated.
RADIO: Terrence: They sure did.
RADIO: Art: But, before we get on all that, Terrence, why don't you introduce yourself for our new listeners who might not have heard your other appearances.
RADIO: Terrence: Of course, of course.
RADIO: Terrence: Well.
RADIO: Terrence: I'm Terrence Frady, I'm an electrician from Queens. Fifty-six years old, retired Army Corps of Engineers.
RADIO: Terrence: Short-wave radio enthusiast.
RADIO: Terrence: You can find me on the airwaves under the monicker Ironsiding.
RADIO: Art: He's very punch when you get him on the short-wave, folks.
RADIO: Terrence: It's true. It's true.
RADIO: Art: Sorry Terrence, continue.
RADIO: Terrence: So, no that's. That's enough I think, right?
RADIO: Art: Okay, so. Terrence. You told me you have something today, something you've wanted to go over.
RADIO: Art: Something exciting.
RADIO: Terrence: Well, I do. I do. So I think I've mentioned my father Howard, before. He was a signals specialist during World War II. Purple Heart and Silver Star.
RADIO: Art: Howard, wherever you are, we thank you for your service. Sorry, go on Terrence.
RADIO: Terrence: Right. So, most of my father's things… they're in the attic. His old radio equipment, recordings he made in his studio. It's taken me years to go through it all since he passed.
RADIO: Art: My condolences, Terrence.
RADIO: Terrence: Thanks, Art.
RADIO: Terrence: So, I found a recording in my father's things, reel-to-reel. It was in an ammo box.
RADIO: Art: Fascinating. Go on.
RADIO: Terrence: Would it be alright if I played it for you?
RADIO: Art: Is there any profanity? {laughing}
RADIO: Terrence: No, no. It's clean.
RADIO: Art: Then by all means, Terrence. Wow us!
RADIO: Terrence: Okay, let me…
RADIO: {click}
RADIO: {whirring}
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: Man's Voice: It's… repeating.
RADIO: Man's Voice: Three times now.
RADIO: Older Man's Voice: German?
RADIO: Man's Voice: No, well, I'm not sure.
RADIO: Older Man's Voice: You're not sure if it's German?
RADIO: Man's Voice: I think it's Morse.
RADIO: Man's Voice: But it's gibberish.
RADIO: Older Man's Voice: Let me listen.
RADIO: {shuffling}
RADIO: Older Man's Voice: Turn the volume up. Five o'clock.
RADIO: {shuffling}
RADIO: Older Man's Voice: No the beeps are interference, there's a wave pattern.
RADIO: Older Man's Voice: I'm going to switch it to the recorder so we can print it.
RADIO: {screeching}
RADIO: Man's Voice: What is it?
RADIO: Older Man's Voice: I'm not sure. It started when the lights did?
RADIO: Man's Voice: Yes, sir.
RADIO: Older Man's Voice: Stop the recording.
RADIO: {click}
RADIO: Art: That sure was something, Terrence. But I'm not entirely sure what that something was.
RADIO: Terrence: {awkward laughter}
RADIO: Terrence: Well, I'm not sure if my father or his superior officer were equipped to recognize what it was in 1945.
RADIO: Terrence: But it is a wave form.
RADIO: Art: Meaning?
RADIO: Terrence: It was an audio expression of binary code.
RADIO: Terrence: A radio broadcast on an ultra-high frequency. They barely had the technology to pick that out of the air back then, let alone broadcast on that frequency. They thought it was a secret, encoded German transmission.
RADIO: Art: You have my attention, and the world's attention, Terrence. What did it say?
RADIO: Terrence: It begins
RADIO: Terrence: this is a message from the year 2011 stop
RADIO: Art: Well now, two years down our road.
RADIO: Terrence: message intended for adam monroe stop
RADIO: Terrence: you must stop project icarus at all costs stop
RADIO: Terrence: you must destroy all evidence of its research stop
RADIO: Terrence: proof in three days there will be an earthquake in new zeland stop
RADIO: Terrence: aftershocks ten days after stop
RADIO: Terrence: i know about the dragon stop
RADIO: Terrence: destroy project icarus stop
RADIO: Art: Terrence, I have my thoughts. But I get to talk all the time. What do you think about this?
RADIO: Terrence: Well, I think it's proof of time travel, Art. What we have here is an advanced communication, sent from the year 2001, quite possibly to other time travelers with equally advanced equipment in the past.
RADIO: Terrence: Why else would they broadcast on a frequency too high for most contemporary technology to receive?
RADIO: Art: And do you know what the US Military did with this information?
RADIO: Terrence: No, I know his superior officer had the original of the tape confiscated. He'd told me the story a few times. I didn't know – maybe he didn't remember – that there was a backup reel.
RADIO: Art: And do we know the name of your father's superior officer? Maybe there's a listener out there who can connect the dots.
RADIO: Terrence: Raith.
RADIO: Terrence: Marcus Raith.
RADIO: Art: Well, listeners, if any of you out there are related to this Marcus Raith, we've got the lines open. Your father, or grandfather might have been involved in covering up a time-travel conspiracy.
RADIO: Art: We
RADIO: {dead air}
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: {static} – is a secure channel?
RADIO: Older Man's Voice: No.
RADIO: Woman's Voice: Purgatory call, then.
RADIO: Older Man's Voice: Affirmative.
RADIO: Older Man's Voice: Call-sign confirmation?
RADIO: Woman's Voice: Queen of Cups.
RADIO: Man's Voice: The queen's market is tidy.
RADIO: Queen of Cups: Call-sign confirmation?
RADIO: Man's Voice: King of Swords
RADIO: Queen of Cups: Proceed
RADIO: King of Swords: Project Watchful Father in operation.
RADIO: Queen of Cups: Number?
RADIO: King of Swords: Three.
RADIO: Queen of Cups: Verify?
RADIO: King of Swords: Confirmed.
RADIO: Queen of Cups: Source?
RADIO: King of Swords: Unknown, source trace lost.
RADIO: Queen of Cups: Approximation?
RADIO: King of Swords: Estimate 61.642504, -143.471773
RADIO: Queen of Cups: Confirmed. Hawks in flight.
RADIO: {click}
RADIO: {click}
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: {beep}
RADIO: {beep}
RADIO: {beep}
RADIO: Tired Man: It's 3am.
RADIO: King of Swords: Kershner is on to you. The tests.
RADIO: Tired Man: {deep sigh}
RADIO: Tired Man: It's almost time, what's she going to do sick her fucking attack dog on me?
RADIO: King of Swords: Pardon, sir?
RADIO: Tired Man: Nothing.
RADIO: Tired Man: Nothing that matters.
RADIO: Tired Man: {sigh}
RADIO: Tired Man: Get me Damian.
RADIO: King of Swords: Now?
RADIO: Tired Man: I mean, you know, whenever you've got a minute. When you're not calling me at three in the fucking morn–
RADIO: King of Swords: I get it.
RADIO: Tired Man: Des.
RADIO: Desmond: Yeah?
RADIO: Tired Man: Get your mother somewhere safe.
RADIO: Desmond: Where… is that?
RADIO: Tired Man: {tired laugh}
RADIO: Tired Man: I guess that's a good fucking question.
RADIO: Tired Man: Isn't it?
RADIO: {silence}
RADIO: Tired Man: Away. From the cities. Uh.
RADIO: Tired Man: The Renautas house.
RADIO: Tired Man: It's remote.
RADIO: Desmond: For how long?
RADIO: Tired Man: An instant?
RADIO: Tired Man: Or forever.
RADIO: Tired Man: Somewhere between there.
RADIO: Desmond: …yes, sir.
RADIO: Tired Man: And Des?
RADIO: Desmond: Mmn?
RADIO: Tired Man: I'm sorry.
RADIO: Desmond: For what?
RADIO: Tired Man: Pick something.
RADIO: {click}
RADIO: {click}
RADIO: {click}
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: La mer
RADIO: Qu'on voit danser
RADIO: Le long des golfes clairs
RADIO: A des reflets d'argent
RADIO: {I don't even know anymore…}
RADIO: {I don't understand what the Company found here.}
RADIO: {What they'd go through such lengths to hide.}
RADIO: {I sent the hardware to the Arcology, Kravid’s team can take it apart.}
RADIO: {What was my mother doing?}
RADIO: {What did she find that scared them so much?}
RADIO: {I've wasted a month here. For nothing.}
RADIO: {I'm just running out the clock, it feels like.}
RADIO: {Less than a year to go now.}
RADIO: {Once we hit that threshold…}
RADIO: {The day prophecy dies…}
RADIO: {I can't keep doing this.}
RADIO: {I'm so tired.}
RADIO: La mer
RADIO: Des reflets changeants
RADIO: Sous la pluie
RADIO: {Three days left.}
RADIO: {Everything is lined up.}
RADIO: {It all looks the fucking same.}
RADIO: {I am the cause of my own misfortune.}
RADIO: {I'm going to stand there.}
RADIO: {Say my lines.}
RADIO: {Like a fucking script.}
RADIO: {Then roll the dice.}
RADIO: {Again.}
RADIO: {Hoping for a better turn.}
RADIO: La mer
RADIO: Au ciel d'ete
RADIO: Confond, ses blancs moutons
RADIO: Avec les anges si purs
RADIO: {November 7th.}
RADIO: {Coin's in the air.}
RADIO: {Kravid's come up empty.}
RADIO: {They weren't able to rebuild it after the accident.}
RADIO: {Mateo doesn't know anything useful.}
RADIO: {Time isn't a river.}
RADIO: {It's a fucking grave.}
RADIO: {And I just keep digging.}
RADIO: La mer
RADIO: Bergère d'azur
RADIO: Infinie… Oh, oui, eh!
RADIO: {Christmas Day in the orphanage used to be like this.}
RADIO: {Anticipation.}
RADIO: {Disappointment.}
RADIO: {Everyone here is so confident.}
RADIO: {But I just…}
RADIO: {I…}
RADIO: {Wait.}
RADIO: Voyez
RADIO: Près des étangs
RADIO: Ces grands roseaux mouillés.
RADIO: Voyez ces oiseaux blancs
RADIO: {Time isn't a river.}
RADIO: {Time isn't a line.}
RADIO: {It's a fucking circle.}
RADIO: {The black.}
RADIO: {It's a recursive loop.}
RADIO: {An ouroboros.}
RADIO: {It's…}
RADIO: {Oh my God.}
RADIO: {Charles.}
RADIO: {How.}
RADIO: Et ces…
RADIO: *pop*

OOC Date: May 23, 2020
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: {crackle}
RADIO: {static} – e world was on fire and no one could save me
RADIO: But you
RADIO: {I need to ask you something.}
RADIO: It's strange what desire will make foolish people do
RADIO: {What?}
RADIO: I'd never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you
RADIO: {After I was… Taken. Where were you?}
RADIO: And I'd never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you
RADIO: {I… what do you mean?}
RADIO: No, I don't want to fall in love
RADIO: {When it took my mind. Where were you?}
RADIO: No, I don't want to fall in love
RADIO: {I… I ran.}
RADIO: With you
RADIO: {Why?}
RADIO: With you
RADIO: {I don't know.}
RADIO: What a wicked game you played to make me feel this way
RADIO: {I don't believe you.}
RADIO: What a wicked thing to do to let me dream of you
RADIO: {I was scared. I couldn't–wouldn't–be that thing's slave again. Ever.}
RADIO: What a wicked thing to say you never felt this way
RADIO: {You could have helped.}
RADIO: What a wicked thing to do to make me dream of you
RADIO: {I– I couldn't. I can't. I tried, and I failed.}
RADIO: And I don't want to fall in love
RADIO: {What does that mean?}
RADIO: No, I don't want to fall in love
RADIO: {It means I was fucking scared, Adam.}
RADIO: With you
RADIO: The world was on fire and no one could save me but you
RADIO: {You don't think I was scared? A prisoner in my own mind? Killing my friends?}
RADIO: It's strange what desire will make foolish people do
RADIO: {Adam. I wasn't just– scared of it.}
RADIO: I'd never dreamed that I'd love somebody like you
RADIO: {I was! I was bloody terrified! It made me try to kill a child!}
RADIO: And I'd never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you
RADIO: {I was terrified of Claudia, Adam!}
RADIO: No, I don't want to fall in love
RADIO: {What the fuck are you on about? Claudia wasn't pos–}
RADIO: No, I don't want to fall in love
RADIO: {You had a family!}
RADIO: With you
RADIO: {You had three daughters! You were married! You were in love!}
RADIO: {Yaeko…}
RADIO: With you
RADIO: {Don't, Adam.}
RADIO: No, I
RADIO: {Just don't.}
RADIO: Nobody loves no one
RADIO: *pop*

OOC Date: May 24, 2020
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: {crackle}
RADIO: {humming}
RADIO: {where are you}
RADIO: {i am so alone here}
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: {who am i}
RADIO: {in this emptiness of memory}
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: {maybe if i}
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: {listen}
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: {are you}
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: here?
RADIO: {click}
RADIO: Green to this.
RADIO: {Hey, kid. Mm, still a bit bright for me.}

RADIO: Where's a manual when you need one?
RADIO: {Hey, what's up?}
RADIO: The back of your hand, no good to you now.
RADIO: {Just the sky, tonight. Fortunately. Sorry. Habit, I need to watch the skies these days. Drone technology's gotten scary… not that I need to tell you that.}
RADIO: Right angles,
RADIO: {Yeah. It'll be worse in Perth. Sidney.}
RADIO: It's all shaped wrong when it should be rolling.
RADIO: {So what's your motivation, kid? What drives you?}
RADIO: You're pining every trick this box hasn't got.
RADIO: {Keeping the innocents out of the fight. Basically. Fighting for those who can't, who aren't able.}
RADIO: It's alright…
RADIO: {A noble enough goal, So, given the power… how would you do that? What's "your" ideal endgame situation for all this?}
RADIO: Didn't I tell you so?
RADIO: {Noble enough. Rather do what I can to keep people from ending up like me or anyone else. I'm not a precog, just a boy with a gun. But I don't know if the war'll ever end. My dream? Would be… acceptance that some of us are born able to do extraordinary things. Without all the bad.}
RADIO: It's alright.
RADIO: {That'd be nice, wouldn't it? It'd be nice. But it's human nature to envy what you don't have. And when you can't have it, no matter what? That turns to fear. To hate. We're not a socially evolved enough species to deal with it.}
RADIO: It's all in the process.
RADIO: {Which is why it's a dream, and the war isn't going to end. But I'm in it until my time's done and I've helped train up the next group of soldiers. Who're hopefully adults and not kids. What I said before, about the big picture… Just came out wrong. I'm sorry.}
RADIO: It's alright.
RADIO: {Most soldiers start as kids. It's one of the things that people don't like to realize about war. That when they send off a force… half of them can't even fucking legally drink yet. But if we don't do this, there won't be any more kids. Not for us, anyway.}
RADIO: You're all set to go.
RADIO: {Which is one reason why I'm staying in. I didn't choose to be here, it just… happened. And I remember clearly where I was and what was happening when I decided where I stand. There's still going to be kids for our kind. That place that the future kids came back from isn't going to exist.}
RADIO: So don't give me that look…
RADIO: {It already doesn't. That timeline's gone. Just a bunch of strings on the floor, now, they made sure of that the second they came back… the whole timeline was my fault anyway. Well. Not me. The other me.}
RADIO: 'Cause I know you're up to it.
RADIO: {Doesn't matter now. So what's the plan? What's the first move that gets the group out of hiatus and back into action without lighting up the grid?}
RADIO: My favorite thing
RADIO: {No idea. Waiting to see what sort of intel Liz has for me. I don't make decisions without enough information.}
RADIO: To walk out on the bridge and look back on Manhattan
RADIO: {Mom's got a lot of intel. We should be getting more in a couple of days, stuff that might even be less than second or third hand. From Perth.}
RADIO: Under sunset covers while the city lights up
RADIO: {Good. Good, I'll look over it.}
RADIO: You'll find yours
RADIO: {Yeah. What?}
RADIO: Whoever, whatever, you need, it'll be here.
RADIO: {Mom?}
RADIO: Guaranteed under these golden old streets
RADIO: {Yeah. She is. Has been since… Events brought me into the group, pretty much. And it just made sense. So she's Mom.}
RADIO: It's alright…
RADIO: {She's good at it. I never… really dealt with her side of things personally. You all. She worked better with them. You.}
RADIO: 'Cause I'm telling you so.
RADIO: {Jaiden, Graeme, and I've been with her pretty much continuously for like… three years. I don't know how things were before I became part of this, but… Yeah. We're close. We have each other's backs. Doesn't mean that you're an outsider. If shit hits the fan, I'll have your back too. Just… I never knew who you were. You know?}
RADIO: It's alright.
RADIO: {Of course I'm an outsider. I was always an outsider. You all… You're family. Were even then. It's a luxury I can't really – couldn't ever, really – afford.}
RADIO: It's all in the process.
RADIO: {None of us can. But if we could afford it, then it wouldn't be as important.}
RADIO: It's alright.
RADIO: {That's not what I mean. Ask Liz. She understands.}
RADIO: You're all set to go.
RADIO: {How about I ask you instead. After supper.}
RADIO: So don't give me that look…
RADIO: {You could. But she could explain it better. And you'd believe it, from here. It'd just sound… bad, from me.}
RADIO: 'Cause I know you're up to it.
RADIO: {But sure. C'mon…}
RADIO: Just one place.
RADIO: {Food should be ready soon.}
RADIO: Just one place, to make amends.
RADIO: Just one friend…
RADIO: that's all it takes.
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: {not there}
RADIO: {gone}
RADIO: {where are you}
RADIO: {please}
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: {please}
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: {maybe}
RADIO: here
RADIO: I
RADIO: I will be king
RADIO: {So, DOD is on board, right? We're all set then.}
RADIO: {Well done Tracy. Nathan. Nice to see you.}

RADIO: And you, you will be queen
RADIO: {What are you doing here?}
RADIO: Though nothing will drive them away
RADIO: {It's my job senator…Finding opportunities for you.}
RADIO: We can beat them, just for one day
RADIO: {Have you reconsidered my offer son?}
RADIO: We can be Heroes, just for one day
RADIO: {I agree with what you're trying to do. The world's a dangerous place and it's not getting any better. We need a leader. Somebody with vision. And that somebody isn't you.}
RADIO: And you, you can be mean.
RADIO: {Is it you?}
RADIO: And I, I'll drink all the time
RADIO: { I'm taking over Pinehearst. The complete program. I'll work out of my office, we can use my resources.}
RADIO: 'Cause we're lovers, and that is a fact
RADIO: {Who do you think you're talking too? I made you.}
RADIO: Yes we're lovers, and that is that
RADIO: {You wouldn't have gone to all this trouble to make me, if you didn't need me.}
RADIO: Though nothing will keep us together
RADIO: {You wanted a legitimate face for Pinehearst, a person with authority…Senator Nathan Petrelli.}
RADIO: We could steal time, just for one day
RADIO: {Alright Nathan. You win. Brief him on what we've done.}
RADIO: We can be Heroes, for ever and ever
RADIO: {You're angry.}
RADIO: What d'you say?
RADIO: {What do you expect? You went behind my back. You're supposed to be working for me.}
RADIO: I, I wish you could swim
RADIO: {That's exactly what I was doing, I'm on your side Nathan.}
RADIO: Like the dolphins, the dolphins can swim.
RADIO: {Your father sees the problems of this world: war, terrorism…he wants to make it a better place.}
RADIO: Though nothing, nothing will keep us together
RADIO: {You have no idea what my father is.}
RADIO: We can beat them, for ever and ever
RADIO: {I know he's crossed some lines, but he's a vision for the future, and you're in it as President of the United States. And that is where you belong Nathan, and I belong there with you.}
RADIO: Oh we can be Heroes
RADIO: {We'd like to call it intelligent design. Until now abilities have been random, given to good people and bad, whether they deserve them or not. When we perfect the formula, we get to choose who gets what power…and we've chosen the best…meet the future.}
RADIO: Just for one day.
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: {gone}
RADIO: {lost}
RADIO: {so many stars}
RADIO: {so much darkness}
RADIO: {where}
RADIO: {are you}
RADIO: {where}
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: {maybe}
RADIO: {here}
RADIO: If you ever need someone to cry to

  • Song is “I Will Be There” by Odessa

RADIO: {Shit.}
RADIO: If you ever need someone to hold you
RADIO: {So I'm not still high from the LSD yesterday. This will not make people think the Mas Girls are a cooperative sort but you're alive and here and I am so happy to see you. But we must be quick cousin, What. How. Who?}

  • An exchange between Eve and Odessa (The Diner)

RADIO: I will be there
RADIO: {Mazdak. I have to go back to where they’re keeping me holed up when we’re done here, but… I needed to see you.}
RADIO: Standing by your side
RADIO: {I couldn’t come to you. It’s only a matter of time before people figure out I’m not a corpse. My window is very short. I don’t know what they want with me, but I was told I’m alive because of you.}
RADIO: I will be there
RADIO: {They were always in the background, now they've been everywhere. All over the headlines. Extra extra. They will be watching.}
RADIO: Standing by your side
RADIO: {Who would be doing such a favor for me, for our family? Are the others dead or was it just you? What messes we find ourselves in.}
RADIO: If you ever need someone
RADIO: {Clothes, some pretty things for you. Pants! They aren't mine. But they are nice. Dresses as well, wear them. One was your aunt’s. Money, 10k. Don't spend it all in one place, multiple bills. Stay fed.}
RADIO: To just love you
RADIO: {Phone. Two. I have a lot of burners. We mustn't ever be pinned to one place no no. Slippery as the eel that's what we are. Means to defend. Every woman needs it. One gun. Two of my best knives. Bullet bullet. Keep them close. Oh and fun. Pop some molly, a little green, tabs of acid if you're looking for a little introspection. Our favorite blue fairy ever and some very hot and heavy reading. Mean Heat. It's a classic! }
RADIO: If you ever need someone
RADIO: {You are so good to me. I hate pants. Look at these things. A year I've had to wear there. Don’t get me wrong. They’re insanely comfortable. But, boy do I ever miss skirts and dresses.}
RADIO: To simply adore you
RADIO: {I don’t know if anyone else made it out.}
RADIO: I will be there
RADIO: {Apparently you have a friend who calls herself the oni?}
RADIO: Standing by your side
RADIO: {"Those legs were made to be shown yes yes yes! Oni? As in ON1 as in Asi motherfucking- What in the fucking balloon ducks is this? She's a wizard with the machines, technopath. Japan's finest… she went rogue. Showed us around Japan, helped me and my friends stick it to Adam once or twice or three times. Seems she went rogue again, hm.}
RADIO: I will be there
RADIO: {Well, I suppose it's good I'm so friendly. But Asi is running with a dangerous group, I can't judge because of PARIAH but the connections to Adam are staggerin- ah wait! Hello my lovely.}
RADIO: I will be there
RADIO: {I don’t know what her real name is, but I can only assume they’re probably one and the same. How is that not melted?}
RADIO: Standing by your side
RADIO: {I can’t judge people for their dangerous acquaintances, being as how I myself am a dangerous acquaintance. Would… Would you tell Richard I’m alive? Tell him you saw it in a dream or you can feel it in your bones or something.}
RADIO: From the mountains to the sea
RADIO: {Strong women are always deemed dangerous. "I will tell him, for you. Not that I've seen you yes but that I have a feeling, that I just know. The Whispers might no longer speak on my ear but I still know things, feel things in the air. Like they are taunting me… or calling me to come home.}
RADIO: And the city
RADIO: {I know the feeling. I appreciate this, Eve. Really.}
RADIO: From the valleys to the moon
RADIO: {I should probably take your gifts and go, but I’ll reach out again when I can. Thank you. Truly.}
RADIO: In every country
RADIO: {Wait. Actually, before you go…}

  • This is where we diverge in the wood. This is not how this scene ended.

RADIO: I will be there
RADIO: {You forget a pair of pants?}
RADIO: Standing beside you
RADIO: {No, no. Not pants. Boats. I forgot boats. The big boat.}
RADIO: I will be there
RADIO: {You… got me a boat?}
RADIO: Standing by your side
RADIO: {No, no, cousin. I'm leaving for one. With Hot Hands. We're going to find Adam.}
RADIO: I will be there
RADIO: {Are you… is this an invitation? Or…}
RADIO: Standing beside you
RADIO: {Maybe? I don't want to get you in trouble, but I want you there. Can you? Could you? Maybe?}
RADIO: I will be there
RADIO: {They'll notice I'm gone, Eve.}
RADIO: Standing by your side
RADIO: {Mohinder might swallow his tongue in protest.}
RADIO: I will be there
RADIO: {Oh Momo can put a sock in it. Always worrying! You should come. Maybe we come back late… maybe we don't come back at all. Maybe you live on the boat!}
RADIO: Standing beside you
RADIO: {Where is he? His big boat? How far are we talking?}
RADIO: I will be there
RADIO: {Far enough, but not too far. Kimbo is coming too.}
RADIO: Standing by your side
RADIO: {Wait, who? Is it just you three?}
RADIO: I will be there
RADIO: {Just us, Kaylee is busy-busy with police work.}
RADIO: Standing beside you
RADIO: {You… probably shouldn't go with just three people. Okay. Fine, fuck it. I'll go. But we have to make a stop first.}
RADIO: I will be there
RADIO: {Wherever you want, cousin. What're we getting?}
RADIO: Standing by your side
RADIO: {My sword.}
RADIO: I will be there.
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: {no}
RADIO: {that…}
RADIO: {won't do}
RADIO: {not at all}
RADIO: {screech}
RADIO: In every country
RADIO: {Go go, get back to safety you've been out enough. You are loved, you are cared for. Please stay out of trouble, I'd had to have to poof in. Heh.}
RADIO: I will be there
RADIO: {static}
RADIO: {better}
RADIO: {safer}
RADIO: {the child}
RADIO: {dangerous}
RADIO: {the serpent}
RADIO: {serves}
RADIO: {but still}
RADIO: {so}
RADIO: {alone}

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