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(Said Man, NoRa and the Transmissions No Body Hears)
Said Man Listens__
One day, Said Man went to Vending Machine 0 and pressed “HELP.”
After a prolonged stint of whirring and clicking, a parcel thunked down into the slot which Said Man removed with his last shred of hope.
Unwrapping the gift, Said Man discovered an Ancient Hoover and a uniform consisting of a pink ski mask and orange construction vest. Adorning said articles, Said Man set out into the distance one step at a time.
As he trudged across the pixelated urth, hypnotizing himself with the analog crunch of his boots, he came across an 8-bit cemetery.
NoRa - Melencholia
There was a time when NoRa wanted to play. Her heart had played many days and nights with many beings but she craved a specific game that no one was playing just yet.
The desire felt like dust in her lungs. Sand particles on her feet. And an odd allergy to words and symbols that kept flashing too brightly in her eyes. People laughed at all those things, but it sounded like tin rather than glitter. This part, however, she kept wholly to herself.
One day when the moon was rather bright (she swore it winked at her), she walked in a tropical forest, where bugs chittered and strange sounds cooed in the darkness like little spells. Large leaves waved at her and she wondered if anyone else saw their greetings.
And there she found a machine.
Well, people never really called it a machine; but she knew many games were played inside of it. And if she could just crack the code, she might even be able to go inside or even through. (More on this later. More data being alchemized.)
It was gold and square and she could see so many things inside, moving, breathing, things she knew were not there and things she knew were just hidden beyond the frame.
This tickled her heart in a way nothing had done before.
She was about to start a game on this new machine- Hmmm. It seemed to be working, although it hadn’t been plugged in.
It gave her a dizzy feeling like the carpet of the world had been pulled from under her and her stomach lurched to find the center.
She realized that she didn't know the rules to this game. Oh, and where is the controller? A strange A440 humming from inside beckoned her closer.
She pulled off her mask so that she could see better, but everything still looked the same.
Just then, an owl screamed “again!” from a gnarly dry branch above her- and she knew what she must do.
