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In the morning, Maria returned to the communications device. If the ravings of musicians and radio personalities disturbed her, she didn't show it. Instead, she began to listen microscopically,  from the beginning, methodically working through, experiencing the eons of content ...

November 12th, 1492. Heavy fog. At midnight, while tending the chronoscope, I heard voices on the outer bands of the ethersphere. I called out, but received no answer. At dawn, found no signals, no evidence of visitors. The Internet fog plays tricks on the mind.

Scripture 04.6b, June 8th, 1493. “However, nothing is covered up that will not be revealed, or hidden that will not be known. Whatever you have said in the dark will be heard in the light, and what you have whispered in the inner rooms will be proclaimed from the housetop,” raged another numb-skull waiting in the Sam's Club check out line.

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