whole packet’s worth of biscuits, his mouth was as clean as it was going to get. And at any rate, he had more important things to worry about.
With the power generator fueled and ready to go, Linus brought it up to the studio where he left his recorder.
1:15 PM
Hope I didn’t keep you too long. A little later than expected maybe, but better late than never, right?
I brought the power generator with me. I had it fueled with the truck I drove over here. It’s a good thing too. The truck and the generator both take unleaded gas, so it all works out.
Things should go without a hitch now. But don’t quote me on it just yet. Save the celebrations for, say five minutes?
I’m powering it up right now. Fingers crossed.
1:21 PM
The radio console ran on several different outlets. The floor underneath the table was a jumbled mess of power cables and adapters. Rather than put the generator to work right away, Linus spent the last five minutes unfurling and trying to figure out what each wire was plugged to. He took away whatever wasn’t necessary (cell phone chargers, lamp lights, etc), and connected the ones he thought were important to an extension cord, which in turn he plugged into his generator. Not a second after he did it did life suddenly spark before his eyes. The radio switchboard shot to life.
1:23 PM
It works! Jesus Christ I actually got this thing to work. Goddamn it, okay. So uh…what the hell do I do now?
2:11 PM
There was an operator’s manual on the bookshelf behind him. For the past half hour or so, Linus read up on how exactly his machine was supposed to work. During that time he kept the switchboard unplugged so as to save on fuel, and to keep the generator from ringing in his ears.
It took him a bit of time to absorb the information. The manual, though helpful, wasn’t as easy on the layman as he’d hoped. Plus, there was a lot of short-hand at work on the station’s consoles. Everything from wiring to spare equipment, to the labels on the board. Though Linus managed to learn a lot from what he read, he placed his greatest hopes on picking it up through trial and error. It was a slow and painstaking process. But eventually, he got it.
The studio’s switchboard and microphone were all hooked up to a computer that Linus had first wrongly assumed unimportant. He plugged them back inside the extra slots on his extension cord. He primed the power generator and booted back the console. The machine came up, and Linus inched his lips on the microphone.
“ Hello. Can anyone hear me? This is a general distress call to any evacuation units that might preside in the San Francisco, East Bay area. Please. Can anyone hear me? I am in the KTLU radio station. I repeat, I am broadcasting from 99.3 KTLU. If anybody is out there, and if anyone can hear me, please respond.”
Linus paused. He waited, but nothing came in from his headsets. The computer recorded his voice, as did the board. He saw the dials fluctuate with the sound of his voice, going up whenever he raised his tone, then dropping whenever he stopped. The machines picked it all up, which now raised the question; was there a signal?
Linus searched for a portable radio, which was surprisingly harder to find than he’d anticipated. After a long search, he found one at a drawer inside a conference room. He tuned the channel to 99.3, then recorded once again.
“ If you can hear me, please respond.”
It was hard to make out the words coming from the speaker cupped to his ear. The power generator parked next door was nothing if not intrusive. Linus could scarcely hear himself think let alone speak. Thus, in order to tell for sure whether it worked, he set his recorder to play beside the microphone, then left the room altogether.
The sound of the generator was hard to ignore, even when he was five rooms away. It's high pitched mechanical cackle showed up on his transmission, but then again so did his voice.
My name
With the power generator fueled and ready to go, Linus brought it up to the studio where he left his recorder.
1:15 PM
Hope I didn’t keep you too long. A little later than expected maybe, but better late than never, right?
I brought the power generator with me. I had it fueled with the truck I drove over here. It’s a good thing too. The truck and the generator both take unleaded gas, so it all works out.
Things should go without a hitch now. But don’t quote me on it just yet. Save the celebrations for, say five minutes?
I’m powering it up right now. Fingers crossed.
1:21 PM
The radio console ran on several different outlets. The floor underneath the table was a jumbled mess of power cables and adapters. Rather than put the generator to work right away, Linus spent the last five minutes unfurling and trying to figure out what each wire was plugged to. He took away whatever wasn’t necessary (cell phone chargers, lamp lights, etc), and connected the ones he thought were important to an extension cord, which in turn he plugged into his generator. Not a second after he did it did life suddenly spark before his eyes. The radio switchboard shot to life.
1:23 PM
It works! Jesus Christ I actually got this thing to work. Goddamn it, okay. So uh…what the hell do I do now?
2:11 PM
There was an operator’s manual on the bookshelf behind him. For the past half hour or so, Linus read up on how exactly his machine was supposed to work. During that time he kept the switchboard unplugged so as to save on fuel, and to keep the generator from ringing in his ears.
It took him a bit of time to absorb the information. The manual, though helpful, wasn’t as easy on the layman as he’d hoped. Plus, there was a lot of short-hand at work on the station’s consoles. Everything from wiring to spare equipment, to the labels on the board. Though Linus managed to learn a lot from what he read, he placed his greatest hopes on picking it up through trial and error. It was a slow and painstaking process. But eventually, he got it.
The studio’s switchboard and microphone were all hooked up to a computer that Linus had first wrongly assumed unimportant. He plugged them back inside the extra slots on his extension cord. He primed the power generator and booted back the console. The machine came up, and Linus inched his lips on the microphone.
“ Hello. Can anyone hear me? This is a general distress call to any evacuation units that might preside in the San Francisco, East Bay area. Please. Can anyone hear me? I am in the KTLU radio station. I repeat, I am broadcasting from 99.3 KTLU. If anybody is out there, and if anyone can hear me, please respond.”
Linus paused. He waited, but nothing came in from his headsets. The computer recorded his voice, as did the board. He saw the dials fluctuate with the sound of his voice, going up whenever he raised his tone, then dropping whenever he stopped. The machines picked it all up, which now raised the question; was there a signal?
Linus searched for a portable radio, which was surprisingly harder to find than he’d anticipated. After a long search, he found one at a drawer inside a conference room. He tuned the channel to 99.3, then recorded once again.
“ If you can hear me, please respond.”
It was hard to make out the words coming from the speaker cupped to his ear. The power generator parked next door was nothing if not intrusive. Linus could scarcely hear himself think let alone speak. Thus, in order to tell for sure whether it worked, he set his recorder to play beside the microphone, then left the room altogether.
The sound of the generator was hard to ignore, even when he was five rooms away. It's high pitched mechanical cackle showed up on his transmission, but then again so did his voice.
My name
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