An arcane message
It happened again, today. Early in the morning, while I was taking a shower, the bath lights suddenly went down and trembled with a very pale yellowish languor for about 10 seconds. I took that incident as a signal and hurry myself out of the bathtub, freezing my bones with the southern-hemisphere winter’s chilling air. I grabbed a towel and run almost naked to turn on the Spica. This time it was instantaneous: my grandfather spoke right away…
“Follow the path of the video.”, he said.
His message seemed to me sort of obscure. So I asked: “What do you mean?”.
Then nothing but the white noise. I know that this might sound absurd but for half a minute or so I felt Goldstein’s generous smile, as it were being emanated from the radio itself. I started to cry when his voice struck me as a thunderbolt:
“Don’t get too cold”, he said with what I thought was a sweet, playful intonation.
I waited for 30 minutes for another contact, dressing myself up in the meantime, but my grandfather didn’t come back.
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