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[TRANSCRIPT]
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Breaker, breaker, this is Whiskey, calling out for Birdie. Birdie, do you read me?
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Hello?
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Worth a try. I know it’s early, and I don’t even know what time zone you’re in but I could barely sleep last night I was so excited. I fell asleep wishing that I’d wake up to the code changing and you did not disappoint me. 
“I’m Birdie”. That’s what you said.
So, hello, Birdie. It’s very good to meet you. 
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It’s odd, I feel like I don’t know what to say now. I don’t know exactly how long you’ve been listening, but I’ve been rambling absolute nonsense into this thing for the last month. 
A month. It doesn’t feel like a month. It feels like I left yesterday and like I’ve been driving for years. And I’ve barely wandered five hundred miles from where I started. I’m on the most inefficient road trip ever. 
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Road trip implies a destination, though, which I haven’t had. I’d like to have one now. I’d like wherever you are to be my destination. I know you don’t know very much about me—though you know more than most people I’ve ever met if you have heard all of these transmissions—and for all I know, you could be some kind of serial killer who’s run out of victims, but I figure we have to try. 
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I’m not the optimistic sort usually. I don’t know that I believe all humans are fundamentally good or what-have-you. I think most people are pretty selfish and even though I don’t actually have a clue, I’m assuming whatever happened six years ago was caused by our own stupidity or cruelty or an unholy combination of the two. 
So maybe you’re just as bad as eighty percent of the people I’ve come across in my life. Maybe you’re the kindest soul left in the world. Maybe you’re somewhere in between. 
But you’re alive. You’re not a relic from before, you’re not some kind of automatic radio signal, you’re talking to me. So that’s worth the risk in my book. 
Do you know what happened? Are there other people with you? Have you stayed in the same place this whole time, hoping someone would pick up your signal? What were you doing when everything happened?
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Jeez, I probably shouldn’t be bombarding you with questions until you can either speak or we can figure out some kind of realtime communication. So, uh—
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I’ll just focus on the important bit: where are you?
Whiskey out. 
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