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I sing the body electric. I gasp the body organic. I miss the body remembered.

Welcome to Nightfail.

Even as much of town has been in flux, listeners, there is also much that has remained solid.

It's hot here, for instance. It's a desert. There are still lights in the sky above the

Arbys, and we still understand them. The sun is still rising and setting loudly, on most days.

But nearest and dearest to my heart, among all the constants in life, is WZZZ, our local numbers station.

Broadcasting from that strange and tall antenna built out back of the abandoned gas station on Oxford Street.

It still broadcasts a monotone female voice, reading out seemingly random numbers,

interspersed with chimes, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. No transfer in ownership of most of the town,

nor unrest in the streets, nor declared war by a tiny civilization under a bowling alley,

could change how it operates. Until, well, until today, it changed. Here, listen.

2392 33 67 88 41 41 40 I I

At which point the broadcast ceased? It has been silent since.

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