Breaker Whiskey

To August.
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This is Whiskey calling out for August. Are you saying that you've been alone since you were a kid? Uh, I don't even know how that's possible. I, I mean, what choices--What kind of circumstance could you have been in to separate a timeline into its own branch? I'm sorry. That's awful.

And I'm sorry that you're on another continent. Because maybe, maybe somehow we are part of the same timeline and we could actually see, meet, talk to each other. But how would we get there? I don't know if you heard my broadcast the other week, but the idea of sailing across the ocean terrified me. It's not something I have the training to do or the stomach for. Frankly, too many things can go wrong.

I don't know, would it...would it be worth it if it meant there were people on the other side? It sounds like you've been alone for a lot longer than I've been alone. So maybe...maybe people don't solve anything, if they're not the right people. If you're the wrong person. I've been in groups like that before, and it's a rare thing to find what I found. To find a handful of people to whom you belong, with whom you actually like spending time. But all that said, it is still kind of an extraordinary thing that we're alive at the same time. Maybe not in the same place, maybe not exactly, but that we can talk to each other.

What a what a wonderful thing to be alive at the same time as someone else's, as anybody else. Human existence is so singular, you know. I mean, sure, maybe aliens do exist, but for all we know, we are the only intelligent life in the universe. And we're such a small blip in the lifetime of our earth, of our galaxy. And so, to get to experience it is this one in a million chance. But at the same time, for a singular as human existence is, we are all experiencing shades of the same thing. I don't know, maybe it's not a comfort to somebody who has felt on the outside their whole lives. I guess...I guess I just want to say you might be on the outside, but you're not alone on the outside.
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Hello, Whiskey. I'd like to tell you a story. Nothing more, nothing less. You don't have to respond. You don't even have to listen. It's just nice to talk to someone after...

There was once a child. For they can't have been much more than that. Maybe ten or eleven years old. And this child lived in a sleepy little village in the English countryside. The child always knew they were different to anyone else in the village, but they didn't know why or how. They didn't understand their people, and in turn, their people did not understand them. But it was all right. You don't need to understand one another to teach one to read or to help out on a farm. And all was well. But the child always felt left out, misunderstood as they were. They hated their people.

But hate is such a strong word, I hear you cry. They hated their people with a burning passion. It ate them up inside. Tearing out a hollow in their chest. till they were completely and utterly empty. I wish I was alone, they would cry. I wish you would all just leave me be. So I could be alone.

And one day when they woke up, their wish had come true. It was not what they had wanted. They screamed and they cried. And then they fell to their knees and laughed and laughed and laughed.

I have been alone for years. I walk a lot nowadays. Always in the same few square miles, my dear. I have a little hoard of books and music and radios and televisions. A lot of it doesn't work anymore. Of course, sometimes when I travel outside of my area, I will hear a voice and I will think that maybe, just maybe, this time I am not alone.

And that is how I found you. Whiskey. I realized you were alive and at the same time as me, you were alive. But then I realized you are not even on the same continent as me. And so I remain alone. My name is August, by the way. Nice to meet you.
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To Rusty.
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Jesus Christ Rusty, tear gas? Sounds like you're having a much harder go of it than I ever had. I'm sorry that you're doing it alone. It does make it easier having Harry and I'm taking care of her as best as I can. She- she liked that part of your broadcast. She happened to be standing over my shoulder as it came in. And she was very pleased to hear you say that. She likes when I'm responsible for her in some way, I think makes her feel loved, which. Yeah. She is.

You know, honestly, it never occurred to me to take a boat anywhere. Maybe because I haven't really spent much time on them before. Maybe because the thought of being lost at sea is so much worse than any version of my life over this past year. Decade, really. Here alone, at the end of the world, or nearly alone. So I hope if you do take that boat somewhere, that it's somewhere close and safe, and that you have clear weather your whole way. That old sailor saying? Francis used to say it...um...something about the sunset. Red sky at night. Sailors delight. Red sky in morning, sailor. Take warning.

I have no idea if that's anything. I don't know, maybe check the Anarchist Cookbook, see if they have anything to say about the sky and what importance for sailing the seas it holds. But if I find myself wanting to seek out some islands, I'll definitely check to see if your book is there. Who knows, maybe one of your other selves will find it.

Now that you know you've been broadcasting to my frequency, it's very possible that they've heard you just like you heard them. It must be so strange. I might not be alone because I have Harry. But. You're not alone in a way that I think very, very few people can understand. All of you. Rusty. Scarlet. Red. You know that there are other yous out there living lives and speaking to one another about those lives. I mean, that's a kind of community that I can't even fathom.

Once again, I think about what the hell my other selves are doing that they're not hearing any of these transmissions. And then I think, well, maybe they never really got into the radio. Maybe they had no reason to. Maybe they're all, I don't know, maybe they're all sitting in prisons somewhere.
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Hello, Whiskey. Sorry if my voice sounds rough. Haven’t used it in a while, I’m a little Rusty. Figure it’s close enough for you to recognize it, anyway. You know the drill by now, and I don’t have time to waste. Can’t stay in one place too long, or they’ll find me. I hear you’re dealing with some of that, yourself. I’m sorry to hear that. Not surprised, just sorry.

I heard the broadcasts of my other selves, through your channel. I think Rosy and I followed a similar path in our lives – mine just seems to have gone in a different direction. Out of the bunker and into Black Forest. Lakewood. Santa Rosa. A hundred places that start with ‘Fort’. I know Rosy painted a rather… rosy picture of finding other people, but the truth of it is that not everyone is lucky like that. Most of us, the people we run into aren’t going to cozy up to us and keep us warm. More of them would sooner set you on fire. And you can hope for the former, but you need to prepare for the latter.

There’s this book I managed to find – in one of the Fort-Somethings, ironically enough. You should find a copy. Hell, I’d leave you mine if I knew how. It’s called The Anarchist Cookbook. Ignore the parts about politics. There’s no mass uprising happening in either of our worlds. There’s not enough people to be a mass anything. But it has instructions for booby traps, hand-to-hand combat, tear gas… be especially careful with that last one, though. Don’t make my mistake.

I know it… it sounds extreme. And maybe for your world it is. In mine it’s just… this is life, now. The world is on fire, and you can either run from it, you can fight it, or you can burn. And for a long time, I thought that this was all there was. All there ever would be. But hearing your broadcasts, hearing you find yourself, find love, find… something more than ash and cinders… it was like a breath of fresh air. So… thank you for that, Whiskey. It’s nice imagining a place where I could take in a lungful of air without choking on it. See a sun that isn’t blood red. Feel rain on my face that doesn’t burn. Or even just… find someone I can trust. I think I could weather the haze and the heat if I had someone with me, the way you do. You take good care of her, Whiskey. Make sure she takes care of you, too.

I think I’ll leave you that book, after all. It’s risky, I know. And… it’s possible that it won’t even be there in your world, but… maybe. If you want it, head south, to just before the border. Well… where a border used to be. You’ll find a set of barrier islands, along the coast. My truck is there, along one of the side streets. I’ll leave the book in the glove box. I’ve found a boat – a working one, and I’m going to try to take it somewhere, instead. I don’t know where I’ll end up, but it’s gotta be better than here.

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We are all one, and love is the universe! Time is an illusion, and even if you are in a different timeline I am sending you the biggest HUG!
That's a morse code message that came this morning and, um, well...I really needed that, so. Thank you.
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