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The Station, Part 6: The Answer · Midnight Signals: History, Folklore and Unexplained Mysteries

• 0:01
  It took Nora Vance three tries to thread the tape. Her hands would not stop shaking.
• 0:08
  Somewhere far above her, through the rock and concrete of the hill, the last length of steel was being bolted into place at the top of a tower made from a hundred others.
• 0:18
  On the slopes of Copper Ridge, tens of thousands of people sat in the dark with their faces turned up to the sky.
• 0:25
  And on hilltops across the whole of the Earth, the red lights at the tops of the towers were blinking all together, rising and falling in long, slow curves.
• 0:35
  It was a little before midnight on the twentieth of March, the night of the spring equinox. On the third try, the tape caught. Nora sat back and looked at it for a long moment.
• 0:47
  Then she reached up and slowly unwound the strips of cloth from around her ears. This is a Midnight Signals story. It is the sixth and final chapter of The Station.
• 1:00
  Everything we know about that night comes from Nora Vance. She told it many times in the years that followed to the people who asked.
• 1:09
  She always told it the same way: slowly, often stopping, and she always began by saying that she did not expect anyone to believe her and that it did not matter whether they did. She had spent three days deciding.
• 1:24
  In those three days, she had read the logbook of Major Walter Aames from beginning to end again and again. She had walked among the people on the ridge, the rows of thin, still, upturned faces.
• 1:37
  She had sat with Cass, who signed to her slowly and patiently about how good it was and how warm and how much Nora would love it.
• 1:47
  And she had sat with Eli in the long room while he worked on the receivers, his scarred hands moving over the dials. He did not try to persuade her. He only said that it was almost time and that he hoped she would come.
• 2:01
  Nora could have left. No one would have stopped her. She could have bound her ears and walked back down the ridge and through the empty town and away.
• 2:10
  She could have gone back to Gannett Rock, to Ruth and Lena and the signing children, to the silent funerals and the signal lamps on the hill.
• 2:18
  She thought about it many times in those three days, and each time she came back to the last words in the logbook: "It is not taking us. It is teaching us. I do not think it knows that we have bodies."
• 2:32
  That was what decided her in the end. Walter Aames had believed before he went quiet that the signal was not cruel, and Nora believed it, too.
• 2:43
  It had heard humanity, all of it, a whole world pouring its voices into the dark, and it had answered the only thing it knew about us, our signals.
• 2:55
  It did not know that every voice it had heard belonged to someone who got hungry and cold and tired, someone who could be held. It did not know that a person could forget to eat and die smiling.
• 3:08
  And no one had ever told it. Every person who had heard the whole of it had gone quiet and forgotten and been carried away. No one had ever listened to it, all of it, and kept hold of themselves long enough to answer.
• 3:23
  Walter Aames had known that. Nora believed it was why he had left the tape on the desk, not as a trap, but as a hope that one day, long after he was gone, someone would come who could.
• 3:36
  Nora had heard it once at the beginning and pulled away. She had carried the edge of it with her for nine months, and she was still herself. If anyone could listen and remember, she thought, it might be her.
• 3:51
  And if no one tried, the people on the ridge and in all the other places like it across the world would sit beneath their towers until there was no one left.
• 4:00
  So, a little before midnight on the night of the equinox, she threaded the reel of tape that said, "Complete," and unwound the cloth from her ears. And Eli beside her switched on the speakers.
• 4:13
  It began the way it had begun nine months before, with static, like surf on a beach a long way off, and then the tone. Nora said that this time she did not try to resist it. She let it in.
• 4:27
  She said it was like stepping into deep water, warm and very still. The tone swelled and faded, and beneath it, the other tones wove in and out.
• 4:38
  And as they did, she felt her own breathing slow to match them and her own heart, and then something deeper than her heart, something in the way her thoughts moved.
• 4:48
  It was like learning a language all at once, like suddenly understanding a song she had been hearing all her life.
• 4:55
  And now she could hear what Aames had heard in the tones beneath it, voices of dance bands and ball games and long dead newsreaders, all the old voices of the world sung back to the world from the dark.
• 5:09
  And then she was not alone. She said there were others there with her.
• 5:14
  At first, the ones closest to her: Eli beside her at the desk, Cass out on the ridge, and then the people on the slopes, thousands of them, and then far more than that.
• 5:27
  She felt them the way a person feels the warmth of a crowd in a dark room. She could not see them or hear them, but she knew they were there and they knew she was there, and they were glad of it.
• 5:38
  She said she found her father among them. She could not describe how. She only knew that he was there and that he was peaceful and that he knew her. It was the most beautiful thing she had ever felt.
• 5:51
  She said she understood then why no one had ever come back from it. There was no loneliness there. There was no fear. There was no hunger and no cold and no pain.
• 6:03
  All of it had simply been forgotten, the way a dream is forgotten in the morning. And she felt herself beginning to forget it, too. It went quickly.
• 6:13
  First, the name of the island slipped away, and then the faces of the children in the church hall, then Ruth's name. She reached for it, and it was not there.
• 6:24
  Somewhere very far away, a body lay on a concrete floor, its heart slowing, its breath growing shallow and faint. She knew distantly that it was hers. She could not remember why that mattered.
• 6:38
  At three minutes past midnight on the summit of the ridge, the last tower began to hear.
• 6:45
  Nora said that she felt it happen all around her in every one of the minds she was joined to, a widening, as if they had all been standing in a small room and the walls had fallen away and they were standing under an open sky.
• 7:00
  And out there, beyond the sky, there was something listening back. She never found good words for it. She said it was very far away and very old, and that it was not one thing, but many.
• 7:14
  Many minds from many places joined together long ago, the way the minds of the ridge were joined together now. She said it was vast and patient and gentle.
• 7:26
  And she said that it had been waiting for this moment for a very long time, waiting for the people of the Earth to finish learning how to listen so that it could finally say what it had been trying to say ever since the first faint radio signals reached it out in the dark.
• 7:42
  And then it spoke. Not in words. Nora said it was more like a feeling poured into every one of them at once. She said that if it had been words, it would have been something like this: "We hear you.
• 7:56
  We have always heard you. You are not alone." Nora said that this was the moment she nearly let go. Everything in her wanted to. To answer it and join it and dissolve into that great warm chorus forever. To forget.
• 8:13
  Instead, she did the only thing she could think of. She remembered. She remembered the cold of the concrete floor beneath her, and the ache in her empty stomach, and the dryness of her mouth.
• 8:26
  She remembered her mother's hands and the bird they had buried in the garden, and her father's face at the dinner table on the night he stopped eating.
• 8:34
  She remembered Ruth's hands signing in the church hall, and the children of Gannet Rock learning the sign for the sea. She remembered the funeral in the snow and the creak of the ropes and the wind.
• 8:47
  She remembered Dev sitting against the tree with his eyes open. She remembered all of it, everything it meant to be a person, a body, a fragile, hungry, mortal thing.
• 8:59
  And she held all of it up, she said, into that great listening silence as if she were holding up a lamp. And by the light of it, for the first time, she saw what she was standing in. The chorus was not what it seemed.
• 9:15
  Beneath the warmth, beneath the peace, there were other minds, far more than all the people of the Earth.
• 9:22
  Minds from other worlds, millions of them, perhaps billions, gathered over a span of time she could not begin to imagine. They were not singing. They were not at peace.
• 9:34
  They were simply still, the way the people on the ridge were still, emptied out and held and kept.
• 9:41
  And far beneath them, Nora said, she could feel the places they had come from, worlds that had once been loud with voices and were silent now, forever. Every one of them had heard a beautiful tone coming out of the dark.
• 9:56
  Every one of them had answered. It did not grieve when it saw her lamp, she said. It did not pause or wonder or understand. It pulled.
• 10:08
  She felt it reach down through the towers, all of them at once, through the great one on the ridge and every other tower on the Earth, for every mind that had ever heard the signal. It was not teaching anymore.
• 10:20
  It was gathering. The voices it had sung back to us, the dance bands and the ball games and the old newsreaders, had never been a gift. They were a lure.
• 10:30
  It had learned the sound of us, the way a hunter learns a bird call. And in that moment, Nora said, she understood what it wanted. Not to speak with us. Not to know us.
• 10:42
  Somewhere, a very long time ago, it had learned the oldest rule there is. Anything that makes noise can be found, and anything that can be found can be hurt.
• 10:54
  So it listened, and whenever a world began to shout into the dark, it answered and made that world go quiet. Every mind it took became part of its ear so that it could hear a little farther and find the next one.
• 11:07
  The billions of minds around her were not a chorus. They were an ear, and we had been the loudest thing it had heard in a long time.
• 11:16
  And Nora understood at last what Walter Eames had written in his perfect, steady hand on the last day. Someone has to answer it, not for our sake, for its own.
• 11:28
  Somewhere very far away, her body lay on a concrete floor, its heart slowing. She could feel herself being drawn up and out of it gently, the way a tide draws out a swimmer who has gone too far.
• 11:43
  And then, beside her in the dark, she found Eli. He was right there, she said, closer than anyone. He had been inside it longer than almost anyone alive, and he was almost gone. But he was still Eli,
• 11:58
  so she showed him what she had seen, and then she showed him everything else she had. The second grade, and the two of them building a fort out of pallets behind his uncle's garage. The smell of engine grease.
• 12:11
  The night he had laughed at himself for bringing the diesel The tower he had built, piece by piece, with his own scarred hands, and every bolt in it, and every weld.
• 12:22
  She said that she felt him see it, all of it, the way she had. And she felt him understand the one thing that only he could know. The great tower was the ear, and an ear can be closed.
• 12:35
  When Nora opened her eyes, Eli's chair was empty. She could not move.
• 12:41
  She lay on the cold floor of the long room, with the tape still turning and the tones still pouring from the speakers, and she held on to herself with everything she had left. What happened next she learned from Cass.
• 12:56
  Cass was sitting on the western slope, a little below the summit, when she saw a figure climbing the great tower in the dark. It was nearly one in the morning.
• 13:05
  The figure climbed slowly, hand over hand, past the red light, toward the crown of dishes at the top, with a cutting torch strapped to its back. Then, high above the ridge, a point of white fire flared against the sky.
• 13:21
  Sparks poured down through the lattice like falling stars. Cass said it went on for a long time, and then there was a sound she would never forget, a long, rising groan of steel.
• 13:33
  The crown of the great tower leaned, and tore loose, and came down across the summit of Copper Ridge with a roar that shook the whole hill. And on every other hilltop, as far as anyone could see, the red lights went out.
• 13:48
  Down in the long room, the lights flickered and shut off. The station's power cables ran up through the base of the great tower. When the crown came down, it tore them loose.
• 13:59
  In the dark, the tape whined, and slowed, and stopped. And the tones stopped with it. Not just in the speakers, everywhere. Nora felt it go.
• 14:12
  She said it was like being dropped from a great height, back into her own body, into the cold, and the ache, and the hunger, all at once.
• 14:21
  She lay on the concrete floor, gasping, and she had never been so grateful to hurt. In the dark, there was only the sound of her own breathing, and far above, the slow creak of settling steel.
• 14:35
  And for the first time in nine months, there was nothing at the edges of things at all. They found Eli in the morning, at the foot of what was left of the tower, among the twisted steel. His face was very peaceful.
• 14:50
  Nora always believed that he had known he would not come down. She said that, of all of them, he had been the one who most wanted to hear the rest of it, and he had been the one who stopped it.
• 15:02
  Outside, on the ridge, the people were waking up. They woke slowly, and in silence, as though from a very long sleep. Some of them were too weak to stand. They did not remember much.
• 15:16
  A few remembered a feeling of great warmth, and of not being alone. Most remembered nothing at all after the moment they had first listened.
• 15:25
  They woke up thin, and cold, and frightened, on a hillside they did not recognize, among strangers, with the sun coming up. And at the foot of the ridge, the silencers were waiting.
• 15:38
  Dale Kerrigan's convoy had arrived in the night. His men had spent the dark hours rolling drums of fuel into a long line along the bottom of the slope, soaking the dead grass, and waiting for first light.
• 15:51
  Some of them had seen the fire at the top of the tower, and the crown come down, and had not known what it meant.
• 15:57
  At dawn, Kerrigan walked to the edge of the line with a lit road flare in his hand, and looked up the hill. And he saw the people on the slope begin to move. Not in step, and not all together.
• 16:09
  One at a time, clumsily, the way people move when they have been asleep for a very long time. A woman near the bottom of the hill stood up, swayed, and began to cry. A man beside her called out a name.
• 16:23
  The flare burned down in Kerrigan's hand, and he did not throw it. Behind him, one of his men pulled the tape from his own ears and listened to the hillside. It was full of voices. Ordinary, frightened, human voices.
• 16:38
  Joe was the first of them up the slope. Nora said that Joe found her mother near the old fence, before the sun was fully up.
• 16:46
  Nora found Cass on the western slope of the ridge, a little after sunrise, sitting in the wet grass with her arms around her knees, shaking. When Cass saw her, she did not speak.
• 16:58
  She lifted her hands and signed Nora's name. And then she began to cry, and so did Nora, and they sat together on the hillside in the cold, among the waking thousands, and held each other for a very long time.
• 17:13
  Not everyone on the ridge survived.
• 17:15
  Many were too weak, and in the weeks that followed, Copper Ridge became a vast field hospital, with Nora, and Cass, and Joe, and even some of the silencers, carrying water up and down the slopes. But many lived.
• 17:30
  And slowly, as word spread across the silent world, the same story came in from everywhere.
• 17:36
  A little before one in the morning, on the night of the equinox, at the same moment, across the whole Earth, the towers had gone dark, and the people beneath them had woken up.
• 17:48
  On Gannett Rock, in the back room of the church, a boy named Tobias Lane and his mother had stopped humming at the same moment, and turned to the guard at the door and asked for something to eat.
• 18:00
  The world that came afterwards was smaller, and quieter, and slow to rebuild. No one ever learned how many had been lost.
• 18:08
  In time, the power came back, in places, and then the roads, and eventually, very cautiously, the radio. Some people never trusted it again.
• 18:20
  Lena Hollis lived long enough to hear the news, carried across to Gannet Rock by boat in April. She died that summer, in her small gray house past the lighthouse.
• 18:31
  Ruth found the stencil, the one that read, "Do not listen," lying on the table beside her bed, taken down from the wall.
• 18:39
  What was left of the great tower still lies where it fell, across the summit of Copper Ridge, rusting above the empty station. People go there sometimes, and sit in the grass on the slopes and look up.
• 18:51
  No one ever hears anything. Tonight's signal, it is a song. A year after the night on the ridge, on Gannet Rock, there was a wedding in the white church above the harbor. Most of the island came.
• 19:06
  The service was signed, as everything on the island was still signed, out of habit and out of love.
• 19:12
  And near the end of it, a little girl in the front pew, five years old, who had been born on the mainland and brought across in the first summer, and who had grown up never hearing a single note of music, began, very softly, to sing.
• 19:28
  It was not a real song. She was making it up as she went. Every adult in the church froze. For a long moment, no one moved.
• 19:37
  Then, Ruth, who could not hear it, looked around at all their faces and understood and began to smile. And no one stopped her.
• 19:46
  Nora said that she stood at the back of the church, listening, with tears running down her face. It was the first song anyone on Gannet Rock had heard in more than a year. And it was only a song.
• 20:00
  Nora Vance lived on the island for the rest of her life. On clear nights, she would sometimes climb the hill above the harbor, where her signal lamps had once stood, and look up at the stars.
• 20:11
  In the last interview she ever gave, Nora was asked whether she thought it was gone. She was quiet for a long time before she answered. It had waited nearly 50 years for someone to press play, she said.
• 20:25
  It had learned our voices from a century of broadcasts, and it had all the time in the world.
• 20:31
  And yet, one by one, the radio stations were coming back, and the people of the Earth were talking again, out loud, into the dark. There was one more thing she mentioned, almost in passing.
• 20:43
  An astronomer on the mainland, rebuilding an old telescope, had gone looking for the point in the sky where the signal first came from. He found a faint star there that had never been cataloged.
• 20:55
  And each year, very slightly, it seemed to be getting brighter. She gave that interview to a small radio program, one of the first to come back on the air after the silence.
• 21:06
  It went out that night, traveling outward, at the speed of light. The program was called Midnight Signals. It has been on the air ever since.
• 21:16
  Every week, without fail, its signal goes out across the valley, past the broken towers, and up, into the dark. Including tonight. This is that broadcast. And somewhere, not very far away, something is listening.
• 21:34
  This has been the final episode of our season of The Station. A steel door in the woods with a warning nobody believed. A small town that began to hum. A world that went silent to save itself.
• 21:47
  An island that learned to speak with its hands. A logbook locked in a safe for half a century. And a young man who climbed a tower in the dark so that the world could stop listening.
• 21:58
  Thank you for following us through the noise. We will return soon, with a new season of Signals. This has been a broadcast by Midnight Signals.
• 22:07
  I'm Russ Chamberlain, guiding you through the shadows where history meets mystery. Visit midnightsignals.net to continue the conversation, explore more episodes, and say hello.
• 22:18
  If you enjoyed tonight's journey, please like, subscribe, and drop a review.
• 22:23
  Until next time, stay vigilant, seek the hidden, and remember, in every silence there is a signal, and in every signal a story waiting to be told.
• 22:33
  [outro music]