BBC Sounds, music, radio, podcasts. and I'm sorry for what I did.

And I'm sorry for what I did.

But when everything fell apart, don't you see how it felt right to go downwards?

To where some bit of the slow world might have survived to find anyone who could tell me why

these noises I'd found these intense, shimmering, sad, unstoppable noises were refusing to shut up

inside me, why they'd infected my dreams.

Episode four.

Of earthly delights.

Of earthly delights.

The hands destroyed the entrance to Guggy's homestown brain amendments and be entered,

fully expecting standoff.

But pan had long gone. As we sprinted alongside the traffic,

I got my first wave of full-on exhaustion. Bad timing. Had to ignore it. We inspected what

remained with the brain techs equipment. The hands thought Guggenhammer might have been infected

by the virus and reacted badly. But I discovered a working file on an archaic printer last used an hour before.

It produced a Mac.

It showed the levels immediately beneath Fumetown.

But this was no standard issue.

It was personalized.

And it gave me a rush of nostalgia.

When I was growing up, everyone had their own version of this map.

I held it up and said,

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