Day 107
On the ship, we carried radios powerful enough to stream music from anywhere on board, and they were tiny little things you could clip to your collar. They didn’t play in your ears, but instead used wireless communication to vibrate a chip embedded just above your jawbone.
Everyone has one of these chips. They’re the primary way of communicating between people now. Grandma said when she was a kid they still had to carry devices, and when her grandfather was a kid they called the devices “phones”, though they were primitive at best and only could handle a few thousand apps and streams.
Since I was a kid, I’ve always had some kind of sound running through my chip. Sometimes it was sports or some kind of talk-based show, but most of it was music.
I’d give anything for some music right now.
I’ve started to sing in the caverns. They always say your voice sounds better in a chamber of echoes, and maybe it does.
The bats are singing along.
It’s sure bringing all the zombies to the yard.
