The NoSleep Podcast shares: DERELICT - FATHOM

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Now, please enjoy the very first episode from Season 1.

They say that, in the dark, the eyes begin to see, and in the silence we begin to listen. Believe me, nowhere is it darker, or quieter, than in this place, the bottom of the ocean.

“19,000 feet down, and so I came here after all, isn't it?”

I buried myself, the furthest away I possibly get, but losses an insidious thing, whatever we try to escape, we inevitably bring with us, even to the darkest, quietest places. In the dark, we have no choice but to listen. 19,000 feet down, and so on. How many times do I have to say, "I'm fine?"

And they don't tell the whole story, either, Sarah. What's up with the repairs? Oh, it helped us cream in for the whole picture, but lost our head it was going well. I know where you're asking, I haven't heard of the access to relays back up or not. Hopefully not much longer.

Couple of weird things though. What?

Well, they finally got the mainframe open, with Mac acting the way he's been, everyone

thought they must spend some damage to his systems from the explosion, letting or something. There wasn't? Not only that embassy could find, but what a present in the room, mainframe itself was undamaged, they're going over it now though. Well, no one knows Mac like Emerson.

That's the other thing, no one knows where Emerson is. What do you mean no one knows? Max personal tracking is down now, and no one can raise drunk homes.

“Do you maybe outside, checking the capsule's exterior, with all the idea activity though?”

Well, people don't just disappear, especially down here, and Emerson sort of aloof, anyway. She'll show up at lunch. Sarah, I need to get up now. I still think such is. Thank you, Doctor.

Good morning, Doctor Graff.

Good morning, Mac. I was just talking about you.

“I heard Emerson is poking around in your brain.”

Well, something's up. Yesterday you told me it was snowing in Chicago, in June. It is puzzling, I was extensively stress tested before being approved for deployment, and explosion, such as the one that had them base experience last week should not have caused any permanent damage.

Would you be returning to sleep, Doctor Graff? No, no, I don't think so. I'll prepare your coffee. You have two new voicemails if you would like them. Who's the first from?

The first voicemail is from your wife, Doctor Graff.

She's not my... Play it. Please, Mac. Clean message from Angel of Graff, kind of staff at June 17th, 1145 p.m. Hi.

Don't know why I do this, the universe bond. It's like talking to a ghost or setting messages to a ghost or Christyvo. We haven't spoken in two months. I at least expected something yesterday. Yesterday of all days.

You know, you're not talking to the only one who feels anything. Or, I don't know, you're the only one who has a right to feel anything. It's really selfish. You know that? I just expected something, it's all.

Listen, you're not going to send me any more of you, but I... I took the commission off world. Call in the assignment. It's now with a corporation, you don't have to worry about that, it's my own thing. It's what I've wanted you for a long time.

You know what? I just, you know, I waited as long as I could, I guess. But I can see you're not coming back. I don't understand it. I don't know why we can be there for each other, go through this together, I don't...

I miss her too, leaving her to me just as much as you. I'm sorry. For that, I'm sorry I can't do selfish to you, I'm sorry, I'm sorry every way I can be

sorry, I love you, you're always.

“Would you like to respond to the message, Dr. Graff?”

Would you like to respond to the message, Dr. Graff? Delete it. Message deleted. Would you like to hear your second voice? Eva, I need you to wake up and get over to hydroponics.

Good morning to you, too, Joe. Is it ISD's year wants to meet with us? Already, I thought his cell wasn't scheduled until tomorrow night. Yeah, well, I guess he decided to accelerate the schedule. I don't think it's a good sign, do you?

Can it wait, I'm... I'm just not... It's internal security, Eva, no, it can't wait. I'd like to know what you plan to say, though. Yeah, well, I bet you, Eva, I swear to God, if you try to pin this on you.

I then, is your base, isn't it, Joe? You are the commander. Headgirls was science team, not command. And it was your security protocols he overwrote, your explosives he stole.

“Look, there's plenty of blame to go around, that's how they're going to look at it.”

I just think... I just think we put our heads together on this, we can come out of this with our jobs still in town. Joe, neither of us tried to blow up the damn base. Did we?

The only one on the chopping block is Edgar's, M.D.s put way too much money into this travesty to pull either of us out now. Really? The wire, the ordering, what's left of the science team back to the surface? What?

Wait, what? They can't do that. They... We're already a skeleton crew, I have half the people I need to complete this. They can't do that.

And they did, not essentials too, indefinitely. We started mothballing rovers and dives suits last night, and analytics just left out of sub 15 minutes ago. Where have you been? Joe did.

That doesn't make any sense. There has to be an explanation. There...

You've been down here 11 months, and that thing out there is no closer to being open than

the day it was found. Had to that.

“You got people on your team, running around, trying to blow up, to place the place that”

yes, that have sunk a lot of money into. What you think was going to happen, Eva. What you think they were going to do. Okay, I don't know what to... Get...

I'll fix this. I'll fix it.

I'm holding my breath, Dr. Graff.

Hydroponics, ASAP. Shit, shit, shit, shit. Get a grip. Get a grip. Get a grip.

Get a grip. Get a grip. Get a grip. Get a grip. I'm here, Dr. Graff.

Underweat that last message, please.

Message from age of the craft restored.

“Have I already asked if you would like to help me this morning, Dr. Graff?”

Yes, Matt, can you have. Apologies, Dr. Graff, I don't seem quite myself, do I? Oh my god. Yeah, you and me both. And they're allowed together, Emily.

We have worked again for quite some time, yes, Dr. Graff. I'm here to sign for this project. Not entirely. I believe my story in virtual intelligence development was already in the process of planning for a new thei model, but the discovery of the fan of our effect accelerated in development

process. Exactly.

“If we never would have found the vault, you and I would never have met.”

I suppose that is true, Dr. Graff. Can we go to the computer, then you are the closest thing I have to a friend down here. I appreciate the cinnamon and Dr. Graff. I enjoy our interactions, great deal. We have a wonder why things work out, boy, they deal with it.

We have a look back at your life and see all the turning points. Just one turning point, even one moment that sets you on a totally different course. Like a dream that takes the wrong track. And you're locked in then, there's no going back. No, Dr. Graff, those types of calculations are beyond my programming.

Oh, look at you, Mac, look at you. Your coffee is ready, Dr. Graff. So, I'll... There she is. Here I am.

Even this is Agent Plane ISD. Dr. Graff. Eva's fine. Eva? Appreciate you coming.

No, it's early. No, you weren't expecting me until tomorrow. After world, Agent Plane, we just live in it. See you've already been talking with Commander Freeman.

Your ISD, I want to cooperate in any way I can.

“I appreciate that, maybe a rough time of it.”

Freeman was just going over the status of the base repairs. Yeah. Northern platform got hit the worst, three caps was breached and flooded, but the supports on West and North were damaged. Dr. Graff, you're planning to explosives up and down both.

11 people were killed. Am I right about that? Yeah, that's right. You guys up to keep forgetting me, there's a lot down there, I don't understand yet. Your rush in the support repairs, because the underwater storms...

Eddies, it's the technical term. And big pockets of moving water that break off from the boundary current nearby, it happens frequently here. It's one of the reasons working outside is so dangerous. I've got a current we're talking about.

Intense, when they surge 40 to 50 knots, and 40 to 50 knots of hundreds of tons of water. Got it. Mac has a mod of a forecast in them, right now the forecast has no eddies for three days, which is the window we're going with. We should have the supports repaired and brace by that.

I see. What do I do as this? The one you're working on here? Hydroponics. These doors came down in the explosion happening away from the capsule shifted.

Every room I'm proud of is basically its own separate building we call them capsules.

Every entry point into a new capsule has emergency pressure doors that come down in the event of a whole breach to seal them. Mac says the caps on the other side isn't flooded, but even so, it's probably a total loss. Crops don't do well without irrigation.

“Is it possible the damage was more isolated to the northern platform intentionally?”

If Dr. Edgar's wanted to target one platform over another, I think he'd focus on West. The reactor's there, that's where you do the most damage. I'd say he did enough damage regardless. The labs are on this platform though, all your research. So is your VI's mainframe?

From what I hear, it's been acting erratic. Yeah, that's true. VI's been acting strange ever since, Emerson's trying to figure it out now. Strange, yeah. Simple things, waking teams up at the wrong times for getting the people are shutting lights

off in middle lunch, stuff like that. But his main functions? He hasn't missed a beat as far as the project goes, and he designed the repair procedure for the platform supports on West and West. Yes, me, I think it should be shut down.

Turning off the lights is one thing. Depressurizing the base is another thing. I wouldn't do that. What Dr. Graph means to say his max programming wouldn't allow it to do that, but she thinks of Mac as a person.

“I see it as a tool, and tools can malfunction.”

You think what Edgar's was targeting Mac? I don't know. But Dr. Edgar's was a smart guy. Triple Ph.D. Band 11, no guilt prize winning engineer with almost 100 patents. So?

Just doesn't sound like a guy to me that does anything randomly. I'd like to speak to the VI engineer if I could. So would I, but Emerson's been offline all morning. All flying? Can't raise her on comms and Mac can't pinpoint her location.

That again, he can't pinpoint anyone's location right now. I guess. What happened? Hold the breach to the other side of the door. Mac, we see all the pressure doors.

We should have done that, though. Mac, what happened? It appears that Hydroconics capsus suffered a whole operation was flooded and the pressure was pressurized. I am confused by this kind of events.

I see it by communication laws. I did state that Hydroconics was pressurized and free of water. I cannot explain this. I want to shut down. I got men hurt.

We're lucky we ought to just drown the death. I want to shut down. You can't shut it down, Joe.

It's a $100 million asset.

We can do an alpha level reboot if we need to. But Emerson is a law to an almost kill. Anyone relax? I don't want to take a break. Don't tell me to take a break.

Freeman. Take a breath. Fine. Sure. Let's shut it down.

We'll shut it down or I will. I mean it. What does that mean, Joe? We've already had enough sabotage. Don't you think?

Joe? God. Dammit. You okay? Yeah.

I'm fine. I'll just welcome to Fabham. Tensions are high and nothing I didn't expect. You wouldn't shut him down, right? You wouldn't shut down, Mack.

No, you're right.

“Shondana VI is essentially terminating, not to mention hitting the weak button and all the”

stored research. It's a very expensive asset. Equipation. Yeah. Couldn't afford that loss.

Not now. Not after the explosion. We're all ready. Short staff does it is.

I am your limit max access to critical systems now.

I'm going to keep in mind just bringing in. But not for the project, right? I'd have him for that. For research? All critical systems.

Just for the moment. That's going to limit my research ability. I won't. Well, I don't think you are.

“I need Mack for signal analysis for calculations on the equation, not to mention.”

Shut the griff. You're not going to be doing any research in the immediate future. I'm wondering, really, shut down, you've just the connection restored. You can't do that. You already pulled the rest of my team.

Now you're taking Mack and the relay? Let's talk somewhere. So, let's talk now. I need Mack. Mack.

Let's talk somewhere else. Dr. Graff. Fine. There's a meeting room in lap 3. I was thinking, observation.

You want to see it? I don't want to see it. Like I said, it's your world. Follow me at Agent Bling. That is a lot of windows.

I didn't need a degree view of the whole sort of affair. We're looking outside, into the water. We are. Feels darker than space. It actually is.

In space, you get starlight, not much, but it still counts lumens. On here, there is nothing. And it's straight out there. About 600 yards. Usually there is some kind of illumination around it, subs, rovers, divers, but since the

explosions, that's all stopped.

“Sometimes I think I can almost see it better with the lights off, like it's darker than”

everything else. I don't see anything, just black. Mac. I'm here, Dr. Graff. Will you hit the vault lights for me?

Full spread, Dr. Graff. Yes, please. Now that is something. Yes. Yes, it is.

I saw his, I didn't expect. 2000 feet in diameter. Carbon dating. 7 million years old. 7 million.

I don't believe one.

The first proof of extraterrestrial life in.

We find it's bond to the ocean. Life is too ironic to fully understand. It takes noise to appreciate silence and absence to value presence. You scientists, you all love Voltaire, don't you? You forgot a part though.

It takes sadness to understand what happiness is. I don't believe that part. I read my math, like I said, still come up to speed on this. 11 years ago, an energy company comes down here looking for a geothermal reactor site. They had earth, fat, instead, very, 19,000 feet down, and we think it's a door.

We know it is. Sub-stropic filters show a space under it, a big space. But doors in your perfect circle blazer scans tell us. Hinges on the northern side, huge ones, but no electronics, no visible hydraulics, even and no locking mechanism that we can interact with, at least.

There's no obvious way to open it at first.

Do you found a signal? Right. Mac. Play the vault signal. Good morning, where do you live, broadcast, Dr. Grass?

Well, that's wisely.

“It's broadcasting recycling at BLF, very low frequency, and that's important because BLF waves”

are one of the few that travel well underwater. This one is at 11 kHz. Travels have enough far, right? Right. At a quarter mile.

So basically down here, you'd have to be on top of it to find it.

I don't think it was meant to be found, except by someone who knew where to look. And why is the signal at all? I'm glad you asked. Mac, if you're not the vault signal, you put up the vault equation on all monitors. That is a lot of numbers.

The signal isn't just noise, it's a carrier wave, modulated sinusoidal wave form. It's a bitch to decode, but in the end it's binary, like any other carrier signal. The equation you're looking at is the sole piece of data on that wave, and the vault is broadcasting it over and over. Like a key.

More like a hint to the key. Figure out the equation, you figure out how to open the vault. No.

We believe that solving the equation will give us the frequency and the data packets to transmit

back to the vault reception device. We think that should initiate its opening procedure. And how far along are you just solving it? The equation, long as it is, isn't all that tough, it needs two variables to solve, and it's solved with numbers in a rational integer pattern.

We've tried a lot of them. We're into the seven digits now. Once we have a solution, we broadcast the answers in a frequency back to the receptor.

“We went through the VLF band pretty quick, that's why we built the relay next to the vault.”

Once we got out of VLF, the signals didn't travel very well down here. We needed a broadcasting source that was physically closer. No reaction for the locking mechanism? No? Not yet.

We theorized maybe the vault wasn't yet submerged when it was implanted in the water inhibits the reception, but our geologist confirms that it wasn't her water at the time of the construction. But to mention, this signal is in VLF, like it was designed to go through water. And I assume you've tried other ways to get in, designs the lock. A Freeman's team excavated around the entire perimeter down to about 300 feet, extra depth.

They never found an end of the structure, so it's that deep, at least.

Excavating beyond that at this step, it gets hairy, quick. They lost two men, just getting that far. Explosive? Whatever that alloy is, it's harder than Plexis too. Diamond filament blades, laser cutters, nothing Freeman's boys tried even scratched it.

And no, before you ask, the vault can't be pride open either the lock can't be forest. What? There's no seam, no gap between the door and the container. Well, how's that even possible? We don't know, some unique aspect of the alloy, or maybe it's by design and additional security measure.

I guess, once the locking mechanism activates somehow the entire thing unseels itself, explosively, with heat, plasma, I don't know, it's anyone's guess. What do you think Dr. Crab? Well, I don't know, can you be more specific? About the artifact.

What do you think it is?

“You're the project director, you got to have a theory, you have anyone? What would a giant door at the bottom of the ocean?”

An ocean on a planet that at the time, nothing intelligent lived on? I don't know. All I know is it shouldn't be here. But it is. Yeah.

Just like us. All right. I get why you're here, Agent Blaine. Do you know? An MD employee tries to blow up an MD facility. Doesn't care who he kills, doesn't care about the attention he draws.

And this is a black side, after all. I'll pick on our headlines, MD once on the news. There is none. You're here to investigate. Sniff out any collaborators, Edgar's might have had.

Signed Blaine. I prefer the word "responsibility." Whatever the word, the problem I have with it is you don't seem to know very much about this project and I would have hoped that whoever the corporation sent to, a sign, responsibility, would have been a little more informed. MD has hundreds of black side projects around the galaxy.

They're black side for a reason. Like every piece of information the corporation deals out, you get it when you need it. I don't need to know the background of this place with a specific, if you've researched a form and opinion on your results. Almost a year of your life on this project.

And you still have no clue what it is you're trying to open.

I want you to know.

“If your research progress is more than just slow, I wonder if it's intentionally slow.”

I'm sorry.

You were offered this position once, a project director, and you turned it down.

Two months later, you lobbied to be included again. Now, why was that? Was it because of your daughter? What did you just say? I wonder if you took this job because down here there's nothing to remind you of home.

I wonder if the thing that scares you most about this place is having to leave it. Is this a performance review or a psyche of help? It's whatever I want it to be, Eva. Right now I'm trying to decide whether or not to pull you off entirely, pull you off and send you home. You don't have the authority.

I don't, you're right. But the executive board does, and they want my opinion to make your decision. Look.

Right, look, figuring things out like that out there.

It doesn't happen overnight, and there's, there's been progress. We have figured out a lot.

“You mean the signal, which apparently drives people crazy?”

No, wait, that's not true. It's harmless. It's just a looping carrier wave. Did Dr. Edgar's think it was harmless? Edgar's lost his shit down here, like pretty much everyone else does eventually.

Dr. Edgar's tried to blow up this base, so as to stop what was happening here, a galactically respected scientist in your explanation is he lost it? You look out there, look. Human beings aren't supposed to be down here, you set it yourself. We might as well have been dropped on the moon, it takes a toll, it gets to everyone.

Edgar said he heard voices in the signal.

It's just him losing it. Three other science staff said the same thing, voices in the signal, hundreds of them. Are they losing it, too? It's just the power of suggestion. Stories like Edgar is they take a life of their own, especially in a place like this.

Edgar said to the interviewer, he was convinced that the thing out there was an evolved at all. Yeah, I know what he thought. Dr. Edgar's didn't think it was designed to keep things out. I felt what he was designed to keep something in.

That's someone cracking under pressure. You have no clue what that thing is. What's inside it or what happens when it's over. You care possibly believe Edgar's. Do you know what the internal security division does, even?

We deal with things when they get out of hand. I am very good at it, and I've been from London to this galaxy to the other doing it. The things I've seen, the kinds of projects, this corporation engages in, the Pandora's boxes they've opened. I know the kind of darkness Maastorians capable of finding.

I've shut it back in the box over and over again, and the only reason I keep doing it is because right now, I still believe that good the corporation does outweighs the horror. So if you ask me whether or not I could believe that ghost stories of an unhinged, triple PhD holding research scientist who tried to blow up his own project to stop it from succeeding. The answer is I could.

Ask Edgar's, ask him. He's on the surface now, he'll recover, he'll tell you he'll tell you it was just this place.

“It got to him, and he lost it, that's what I'll say.”

I would very much like to ask him about his experiences here, Dr. Graff, but I can't. Why not? Is he hanged himself in his cell last night? What? Dr. Edgar's is dead, and what worries me, more than anything, is that you're hearing voices

too? No, no, no, I. Your medical officer, Dr. Clayton, put it in your chart. You said you were hearing voices, and you were hearing them way before Dr. Edgar's did.

Once, I said I heard it once. I was wrong. Dr. Clayton also says you're not sleeping. That's an exaggeration. She says you're losing your grip, says your team is reported you erratic, that you give

the same orders multiple times. That's not fair. She put the same exact things, and Dr. Edgar's his final. Dr. Edgar. She said she couldn't sleep either, at the end.

She said he room the halls at night, she said his eyes were bloodshed, she said. Go home. Please, I, I can't go back. Being down here, this, this work, it's all, you're right, okay, down the sleep. I don't sleep, and when I do, I hear her, and then it, it starts all over.

I'm sorry I had pushed you like that, Dr. Edgar, but I had to see for myself your state.

What's that mean?

“It means you need to go back to your quarters and start packing yourself and get ready”

to return to the surface. No! That will be all, Dr. Edgar. Please.

I know how your daughter died, but the truth is, they don't care about any of that.

All they care about is results, and you haven't had enough. Blaine. It's the home, Dr. Graf. There's nothing here for you, but pain. What do you know about pain?

I've had my share. , I've had my share. I've got it. Mac. I've hear Dr. Graf.

Mac, um, call Angela.

“Of course, Dr. Graf, call an Angela Graf.”

Hey, this is Angela.

Give me a message and I'll...

Mac, just leave it. Call the Angela Graf disconnected. Dr. Graf, you seem agitated. I think so, Mac. Is there anything I can do to help?

I don't know. Can you roll back time? I'm afraid I do not have that ability, Dr. Graf. Can my milk tea has been shown to have it relaxing effect in times of stress, which

would like me to make you a cup?

About a whiskey, Mac.

“Alcohol is restricted on fathom based to weekends only.”

No, you can't make an exception. For an old friend. I'm afraid not, Dr. Graf. Thanks anyway, Mac. This is a reminder, you still have one unheard, voicemail.

Yeah. How's it from? The voicemail is from Dr. Richard Edgars. Edgars? Yes, Dr. Richard Edgars.

The message was received 11 hours ago. Play it. Playing message with Dr. Richard Edgars. It gave me one phone call even. He used it for you.

Flatter. I won't be here tomorrow. Maybe you're here. Maybe you won't. Doesn't matter.

I hope to only pull me out of that place and back into the sun. The one solace I'd have is that I wouldn't hear them anymore. And I still do. From the way inside my head, they're all I hear you about. When I close my eyes, they're all I hear.

I haven't slept in a month. How are you sleeping even? I've decided I don't care anymore. I've decided I want to open everything in there to just crawl out.

See, the one I'll tell, tell what I already figured out, what I kept for

everyone, it's actually very simple. I won't just give it to you though. I want you to make your choice. I want you to look back and know that it was you that caused it.

“Now, here it is, your half-right, the signal is the key, but it's the lock, too.”

And you never thought about the timing either, right there in front of you, and you never

thought about it at all, something is, I know you'll do it. You'll do whatever it takes, if it just let you stay on there. I'll tell you my sympathy is, but we both know better. Mac, I've here Dr. Graff, the lead this message, yes, the lead it, now and scrub it, no backups.

Right, Mac, play the vault signal, live broadcast, Mac, I want another timing of the signal,

how long is it, is it the same length every time, and does the length of time vary in between each broadcast? The signal is exactly 10 seconds long, and is the same length every broadcast, the time in between each broadcast is exactly 2 seconds.

“When you say exactly, you mean with what's specificity?”

Now, put up the signal equation on Monday 3, please, Mac, I'd like to try, solving the equation with y equals 10 and x equals 2, Mac, try x equals 10 and y equals 2, the equation is exactly 11, the frequency of the vault signal, it's 11 hertz, the same number as the equation, and Mac, in the queue, I can't believe it simple, I guess, the game is, Mac, turn off the vault signal, why you just need to sleep, you just need to sleep.

“Mac, get me Freeman, I can't help you even, you did this to yourself, Joe, I figured”

it's hard, I'm not explaining how serious this was, but you wouldn't listen, I'm in the same way, I'm in the same way, I'm in the same way, I'm in the same way, I'm in the same way simple access with it disconnected from the labs, you want to take a suit and make a floor walk to the relay, use the controls locally, not me, Joe, because it will work this time, I know it, we can both come out of this on top, we can both stay, we won't have to go

back, we can stay, the hell does that matter, it doesn't, the point is, if we do this,

will be bonuses, there will be promotions, MD rewards ambition, it rewards it above everything,

“we can turn this whole thing around, Joe, it will work, Joe, Joe, Matt, get me free”

me back, Matt, Matt, what's, Matt, Eva, Sarah, what the hell, is it any, the support just lost the whole process, go on down, I can't raise Matt, Eva, hold on, I can't raise Matt, [GUNSHOTS] [GUNSHOTS] [GUNSHOTS]

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This doctor, Graff, does anyone copy?

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[GUNSHOTS] The water, a flush-mean, the dive from airlock. I've invented it, I'm alive. Does anyone copy? [GUNSHOTS]

Dr. Clayton. Commander Freeman. [GUNSHOTS] Do you copy? Does anyone?

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“Fathom is the prequel to the podcast derelict by Night Rocket Productions.”

It is created, written, directed and edited by Jay Barton Mitchell,

and produced by Kirsten Rudberg and Thomas Barker. Episode one, in the darkness we see, stars a lizard with laid-law as Eva Graff. Michael Mow, as Blaine. Eli Goodman, as Joe Freeman. Annie Payne, as Sarah Clayton, and Mac, as himself.

The podcast features additional sound designed by Music Radio Creative, and music by Ryan Talbert, Luke Potenzio, and Davis Harwell. The producers wish to thank Flashpoint Chicago, a campus of Columbia College Hollywood, especially John Petroski, and Bill Bacon for their invaluable support

They also wish to thank Robert and Russell Summers

“of Grand Scheme Productions, without whose effort,”

this story would not be as good as it is.

Lastly, Fathom and Darylick rely on the support of listeners like you.

“Find out how you can help us continue the story”

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And, as always, more than anything, thank you for listening.

This story will continue.