Sv Pop

"I will continue to broadcast, as time and circumstance permit, To whomever is receiving on the aforementioned frequency. My name is Cor Nosduh. I am not infected. Over." Yea, I thought, continue to broadcast until this massive, power-sucking, 5.1 Gigawatt (Or 97.1 dBW at maximum output) transmitter is dead.... There may yet be salvation coming, as the original premonition Implied -- but, will it be enough and in time to effect a solution. Halle is exhibiting symptoms; however, it is too early to distinguish them From a common ailment and the SV virus. We are squatting at the Zordos facility -- the most powerful radio array on the planet. The desperate flocked to the call of this secret, northern sanctuary. By the time Halle and I made the difficult trek, there was no one Left alive. I thought we might be immune. Now, I'm not so certain. The most baffling thing about SV is its lack of an origin point. No ground zero individuals. Its effects felt worldwide, simultaneously. The freezing temperatures kept the stench of death at a bare minimum; Daily meteor and aurora displays filled me with both awe and foreboding. Halle was feverish and aroused -- a possible (unthinkable) sign of SV: Arousal to the point of mindless incoherence. Nonstop sexual activity to the Point of fatal exhaustion and/or cardiac arrest -- not excluding kin. Somehow, the virus was producing huge amounts of adrenaline and dopamine, Causing an endless, progressive succession of physical stimulation and reward. If it didn't take the form of sexuality, it manifested in anger and lethal violence. Expiration followed swiftly. SV proved invulnerable to all known biological agents. Halle and I have been lucky. I cannot ... I refuse to continue if she should turn.... The station was set to transmit on the AM band at 700 KHz. While I was A decent IT guy, I knew practically nothing about commercial radio. I didn't know How or even if I could receive a signal. In any event, I continued the prerecorded Call to sanctuary and my own personal broadcasts. Thankfully, Halle is much better And, I think, not infected. It’s been a month since we last saw a living thing.... God. If the power should fail, we would be finished. The station's kitchen was Stocked with edible food and drink. Halle and I had a quiet dinner. She was so Pale and weak. Before SV, there was a little girl in the news who began making Incredibly accurate predictions and premonitions regarding the future. Of course, The most outrageous being the total destruction of all life on the planet. Most forgot her strange premonitions when the virus began its cycle of killing. I did not. And, as unlikely as it may seem, I think I've figured out the origin of SV. With Halle safe and fast asleep, I began to explore further outside the sanctuary. On a recent expedition, I collected several, still-warm meteor fragments for Study and later examination. That night, I had a eureka, epiphany moment.... "Perhaps, I'm losing my mind. Yes, an unbelievable story: The premonition of Annihilation; the simultaneous SV infections and meteor bombardments; these Eerie, green-glowing rocks; the invulnerability of the virus -- and, a much earlier Premonition, in the form of a children's story, of a savior from a doomed world, Orbiting a super-massive red star. Perhaps, he'll come to this world. Over." My darling Halle is starry-eyed -- and, perhaps, a little too excited.... August 30, 2016 TO BOLDLY GO WHERE NO POET HAS GONE BEFORE - Poetry Contest