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Frequency

why-read-this-crap

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Parts 9
Time 1h 44m

Reads 32
Votes 0
Parts 9
Time 1h 44m

why-read-this-crap

Alone in a dying broadcast tower, Silas survives on routine, static, and the ghosts of her old crew. The sun is toxic, the tower is failing, and no one has answered her transmissions in months. But she's still here. And somehow, that still matters.

Or, Silas tries not to off herself while the world around her slowly ends... or begins. Who knows? Not me :)

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the Zone of Silence

A question came to me during a reset. A question that has started bleeding through my veins. A question I whisper over and over in my sleep. A question you think I am asking passively. But it stitches into me, coiling around my being. A question I keep asking because it doesn't make sense. All that is left of the world is a city. She is the only person left. She doesn't know what happened, where the people went, why there is no life. You are there. But who are you? What is she? What is she supposed to do when the world resets, and more and more of the city is demolished. She's running out of time. Completed