III.98

It’s just me up here. I listen idly to the chatter over the radio, but it’s distant, out of focus. There’s a little interference rolling across the airwaves; the background static roar of the magnetosphere. The chatter ebbs and flows, waves of interference drowning it out slightly before the words become clear again, the cycle repeating.

I listen idly to the chatter over the radio, but it’s distant, out of focus. There’s a little interference rolling across the airwaves; the background static roar of the magnetosphere. The chatter ebbs and flows, waves of interference drowning it out slightly before the words become clear again, the cycle repeating.