Podcasts. At first, they were this weird cultural phenomenon, you know. Radio you could download on the computer.

But soon enough, podcast hosts were picking presidents and talking to audiences of tens of millions.

Oh, God, I wish.

When the collapse came, it probably shouldn't have surprised us that podcasts survived.

Well, that and a few cockroaches.

These days, podcasts run everything in Tawa City, the last protected human civilization.

Rumor is there are people still out there in the waste, horribly mutated by radiation or devoured by roaming muckbangers. It's not much of a life here, but it is a life.

At the base, people scrape by on the mean streets for whatever they can to fill their bellies

and for a place to sleep.

It isn't glamorous, but it's something.

Higher up, life gets better.

But it also gets weirer.

Today on a program, we have four separate stories that will quickly become one.

From where the B's A, Chicago, and the ivory glass tower, this is D&D Minus Podcast of us.

No. is the Nd Minus podcast about us. Oh my God, it's Ira Glass.

That's what it is.

It's Ira Glass.

Okay.

It's halfway between gangsters. I was sure the entire time you had just stolen my voice that I had called on the thing,

since it's pretty much indistinguishable from the voice I'll be using.

Kind of a little bit of Hannity.

Yeah.

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