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 Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2016 10:55 am
“I think so,” he said distantly. “I mean, I don’t remember but when I move my fingers I just feel like I have the knowledge there, like there’s something I could do if I had it in my hands. Maybe I was musical once.” Maybe since the fall he was not.
Regardless there was something truly magical about the music that had come from the radio. It had its imperfections, the odd note that didn’t sit quite right or a tempo that wasn’t quite mechanical but somehow these flaws simply enriched the overall effect and made it more satisfying. Humans were wonderful despite their flaws and there was something that reached for the divine buried within that imperfect piece.
"I agree though that its fortunate they retained the purest music they have ever devised."
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Posted: Fri Aug 05, 2016 8:59 am
"Have you tried going to a music store? Maybe try and see what feels familiar to you." He suggested as he pulled out a portfolio and a few ledger pads before walking over to hand a unused one to him.
"For record keeping. I like to keep track of radio stations I find interesting and don't wish to loose in the future. If you want, you can keep testing out the radio and listening to what you like. It will be here for you." He offered.
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2016 2:37 pm
"Yes." he said "I often listen to music when I am wandering. Older music resonates best I think but it is rarer, sometimes it comes from the television, during the moments when they try to sell things to people. I enjoy it."
He eyed the ledger pad thoughtfully.
"Thank you." he said. "I think I will use it sometimes. I am curious what the humans think is worth transmitting through the air."
And something about it reminded him of something important, something he couldn't put a finger on. There had been an angel, the listener, but he couldn't remember exactly what it had all meant.
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Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2016 6:39 pm
"It is nice to listen. A lot of people put a lot of effort in getting their pirate radio stations set up, and they pick some peculiar things to talk about. You can sometimes catch truckers talking to one another on the radio as they pass by. There are plenty of other....usual things to explore on here. In all my years, I listen and yet never feel like I get humans any more than I do now and that is not saying much."
He moved to tidy up his things and pulled out a sleek, black portfolio locked with golden clasps and then zipped up his brief case, setting it aside. Decades had made him a light packer and he sat on the bed at last after setting the portfolio aside to then inspect a few emails on his phone.
"What do you usually do when Rodney is not around?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 18, 2016 1:43 pm
"Humans like to talk." he said, aware it was an obvious fact but still rather facinated by their natural inclination towards communication, trying to wrap their language around thoughts which their bodies were not designed to communicate. They were always interesting and so as a result were their radio stations and the things they deemed interesting enough to speak out into the void.
"They don't make any sense, as creatures. I don't know what...was thinking when they were made. You know? I just don't know why they behave as they do."
He shrugged.
"I think mostly. I dream and I try to remember who I was."
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