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LU9DCE > ALL      06.04.90 12:30l 56 Lines 2103 Bytes #999 (0) @ WW
BID : 10970_LU9DCE
Subj: SCARY RADIO TALE 06-APR
Path: IZ3LSV<IW8PGT<LU4ECL<LU9DCE
Sent: 260406/1000Z 10970@LU9DCE.TOR.BA.ARG.SOAM LinBPQ6.0.25


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THE STATIC ON 14.255 MHZ WAS SUPPOSED TO BE EMPTY. THAT'S WHY ELENA
CHOSE IT FOR HER FIRST SOLO CONTACT AS A NEWLY LICENSED HAM OPERATOR.
SHE ADJUSTED THE VFO, PUT ON HER HEADPHONES, AND CALLED CQ INTO THE
MIC.

NOTHING BUT HISS. SHE TRIED AGAIN.

THEN A VOICE CUT THROUGH, CLEAR AS A BELL, NO QSB AT ALL. *"CQ CQ CQ,
THIS IS W1AW... WAIT, NO. THIS IS W1AW-SILENT. DO YOU COPY?"*

ELENA KEYED HER MIC. "COPY, W1AW-SILENT. THIS IS KD4XYZ. YOU'RE
FIVE-NINE."

A PAUSE. THEN: *"KD4XYZ. WE'VE BEEN WAITING FOR YOU. CHECK YOUR
LOGBOOK."*

SHE FROWNED AND OPENED HER PHYSICAL LOG. THE LAST ENTRY WAS DATED
THREE DAYS AGO. BUT THERE, IN INK SHE DIDN'T REMEMBER WRITING, WAS HER
OWN CALLSIGN. BELOW IT, A GRID SQUARE THAT DIDN'T EXIST ON ANY MAP.
AND BELOW THAT, A DATE: TOMORROW.

*"YOU'LL BE ON FREQUENCY AGAIN TOMORROW,"* THE VOICE SAID, SOFTER NOW.
*"WE ALL ARE. ONCE YOU LOG IT, YOU CAN'T UNLOG IT. SEE YOU AT 0200
UTC. DON'T FORGET TO SEND THE QSL. WE ALWAYS RETURN THEM."*

THE CARRIER DROPPED. THE WATERFALL WENT DEAD FLAT. NO NOISE FLOOR, NO
ATMOSPHERIC HISS, NOTHING. JUST A PERFECT BLACK RECTANGLE WHERE THE
SPECTRUM SHOULD BE.

ELENA SAT IN THE SILENCE OF HER SHACK, THE GREEN GLOW OF THE RADIO
PAINTING HER WALLS. HER HAND TREMBLED AS SHE REACHED FOR THE POWER
SWITCH.

BUT THE DISPLAY WAS ALREADY OFF. THE VOICE HADN'T BEEN COMING THROUGH
THE SPEAKER.

IT HAD BEEN COMING FROM INSIDE HER HEAD.

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