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The Station, Part 5: The Source · Midnight Signals: History, Folklore and Unexplained Mysteries

• 0:01
  The water was so cold that for a moment, Nora Vance forgot which way was up. She had gone over the edge of a wooded slope in the dark, running, and the creek at the bottom was swollen with snowmelt and moving fast.
• 0:15
  It rolled her over and dragged her across the stones, and the strips of cloth bound around her ears filled with water.
• 0:22
  When she finally came up, gasping, she could hear the roar of the creek and her own heart, and somewhere far behind her, the engines of trucks.
• 0:32
  She dragged herself onto the bank and kept running, and she did not stop until dawn. By then, she was miles away, soaked through and shaking.
• 0:41
  Her hands were raw where the cord had been, and the men who had tied them were heading for the same place she was. This is a Midnight Signals story. It is the fifth chapter of The Station.
• 0:55
  Nora Vance left Gannett Rock on the second of March in a borrowed sailing boat with a pack of dried fish and a notebook, and Dr. Alice Brenner's hand-drawn map of the roads.
• 1:05
  Ruth had tried to stop her, and then when that failed, had packed her bag for her. Lena Hollis had come down to the pier to see her off. The old woman had said almost nothing.
• 1:18
  But just before Nora cast off, Lena had pressed something into her hand. It was a small brass key, green with age. She said it was the key to Walter Aimes's safe. She had carried it for forty-nine years.
• 1:32
  The America Nora crossed that spring was not the America she had left. It was quiet. That was the thing she remembered most, more than the empty roads or the dark cities or the burned-out gas stations.
• 1:47
  There were no engines and no aircraft overhead. There was no music drifting from car windows or open doors, no television murmuring behind a curtain, no siren in the distance.
• 1:58
  There was only wind and birdsong and running water, louder than she had ever heard them. In a world without machines, she said, the birds had become deafening.
• 2:10
  Spring arrived that year in a roar of birdsong, and almost no one was left to hear it. There were other survivors in small numbers.
• 2:19
  She met a family living on a dairy farm in the Hudson Valley who had stuffed their ears with candle wax and taught themselves to read lips.
• 2:26
  She met an old man in a fire tower in the Catskills who had been a lookout for forty years and saw no reason to stop. They all wrote the same warnings for her on scraps of paper.
• 2:37
  "Stay off the main roads, stay away from the towers, and do not, under any circumstances, follow the lines."
• 2:46
  On the eleventh night, she sheltered in the public library of a small city in the Poconos, sleeping on the floor between the shelves.
• 2:55
  Before she slept, by candlelight, she read the newspapers from the last week of July, still stacked on a table by the door, where someone had left them for the morning readers who never came.
• 3:07
  The headlines grew stranger as the week went on. The first spoke of a mystery illness, then of broadcasts suspended, and of the president's order of silence.
• 3:18
  On the last front page, printed on the twenty-ninth of July, there was no headline at all, only a single line of text set in the largest type the printer had across the top of the page. It said, "Cover your ears.
• 3:32
  Look after one another." That night, lying in the dark, Nora heard the tower. There was one on the hill above the town, and the wind was blowing through its open steel lattice.
• 3:45
  It made a sound, faint and hollow, like breath across the mouth of a bottle.
• 3:51
  She lay awake, listening to it and telling herself that it was only the wind, and beneath the wind, she was almost sure it was keeping the rhythm of the tone. The lines were everywhere.
• 4:04
  All through that spring, from every direction, the people who had listened were walking out of the cities, along the highways and county roads and railway lines in long, silent, single-file columns, moving at the same steady pace, all in step.
• 4:22
  Nora watched them from hilltops and from behind farm buildings. They were thin, terribly thin, many of them, and some were barefoot. Some were very old, and some were children.
• 4:33
  None of them spoke, but they walked together perfectly, as if they could hear one another's footsteps from miles away. And they were all going the same way. She did not need Dr. Brenner's map in the end.
• 4:48
  She only needed to follow the lines. Two days from Harlow, the silencers found her. She had heard about them on the road from warnings scrawled on the walls of gas stations.
• 5:00
  They were survivors who had sealed their ears, armed themselves, and decided that the people who had listened were no longer people at all.
• 5:09
  They burned towers, they broke up the lines, and they did not much care who was standing beneath a tower when it burned.
• 5:16
  They caught her at dawn, asleep in a barn outside a small town in the hills, six of them with rifles and duct tape wound around their heads over their ears.
• 5:27
  Their leader was a big, gray-bearded man named Dale Kerrigan, who had been a state trooper before. He did not speak to her. None of them did.
• 5:36
  They spoke only in writing on a small whiteboard he wore on a cord around his neck. They went through her pack. They found the brass key and Dr. Brenner's map with a pencil circle drawn around Copper Ridge.
• 5:49
  And they found Nora's notebook with her own account of the night at the station and the tape and the minute she had listened before Cass tore out the cable. Kerrigan read it slowly for a long time.
• 6:02
  Then he wiped the whiteboard clean, wrote three words, and held them up for her to see. You heard it. They tied her hands and put her in the back of a pickup truck and drove west toward the Ridge.
• 6:15
  That night, by their fire, Kerrigan showed her what they were carrying, drums of diesel and gasoline, dozens of them, drained from abandoned farms. He wrote his plan on the whiteboard line by line in neat block capitals.
• 6:30
  Copper Ridge was where it had begun. It had the biggest tower and the biggest gathering.
• 6:35
  At dawn on the twenty-first of March, they would ring the foot of the Ridge with fuel, set the dry grass of the hillside alight, and burn the tower and everything around it. And then, he wrote, it would be over.
• 6:49
  Nora wrote back that there were tens of thousands of people on that hill. Kerrigan looked at her for a long moment, then he erased it. She escaped two nights later with help she never expected.
• 7:02
  One of the silencers was a girl not much older than Nora named Jo, whose mother had gone quiet in Scranton in the summer. Jo had been watching Nora since the barn.
• 7:13
  In the middle of the night, she crept to the truck, cut the cord around Nora's wrists, and pressed a flashlight into her hand. Then she pushed Nora's pack into her arms.
• 7:23
  The brass key and the notebook were still inside it. She had written something on her own palm in marker, and she held it up in the dark for Nora to read. "My mom is on that hill."
• 7:35
  Nora ran down a wooded slope in the dark, straight into the creek that nearly drowned her.
• 7:42
  By the next evening, she had found the lines again and was following them west with her wet wrapping slipping and a convoy of fuel somewhere behind her.
• 7:51
  She came over the last rise above Harlow on the seventeenth of March, a little before sunset. The town below her was dark and empty, but Copper Ridge, rising beyond it, was not empty at all.
• 8:05
  The slopes of the Ridge from the valley floor almost to the summit were covered with people, tens of thousands of them, perhaps more.
• 8:13
  They were sitting in the grass and in the clearings between the trees in long curving rows that followed the shape of the hill, like the seats of an enormous amphitheater.
• 8:23
  They were perfectly still, and every face was turned upward toward the sky. At the summit of the Ridge, where the old Air Force antenna had stood until nineteen seventy-seven, there was a new one.
• 8:36
  It had been built from the steel of a hundred dismantled towers, and it was enormous. A great lattice spire rising far above the treetops with a cluster of dishes and wire antennas at its crown, all pointing up.
• 8:50
  At its peak, a red light was blinking. On every hilltop for miles around, as far as Nora could see, the red lights of the other towers blinked with it all at once in the same slow rhythm.
• 9:05
  Nora went up through them, through the rows of seated people in the gathering dark. She said later that it was the hardest thing she ever did, not because she was afraid of them, because she was not.
• 9:17
  They did not look at her or touch her or try to stop her. They simply sat and gazed upward and hummed.
• 9:25
  It was very soft, but there were tens of thousands of them, and the sound filled the whole hillside, low and endless, like wind in a pine forest. And with her wet wrapping slipping from her ears, Nora could hear it.
• 9:40
  Halfway up the Ridge, she passed Gary Pruitt, the radio host, so thin now that she barely recognized him.
• 9:47
  Near the old fence, she passed Phil Dorsey, the engineer, and just below the broken steel door in the last row before the station, the humming finally reached her. She did not remember deciding to stop.
• 10:01
  She only remembered that suddenly she was sitting in the grass at the end of a row with her knees drawn up and her head tilted, and the humming was warm, and the cold of her wet clothes had gone.
• 10:13
  She was thinking that she could rest here just for a while. Beside her, close enough to touch, sat Dev Okafor. He was sitting with his back against a tree, his face lifted to the sky. His eyes were open.
• 10:28
  He was very peaceful. It took Nora a long moment to understand that he was not breathing. Dev had been the first to hear it. He had been the first to forget to eat.
• 10:40
  He had died, it seemed, sometime in the last few days, sitting exactly where he wanted to be, listening. It was the sight of him that saved her. A body, empty and still, that had forgotten it needed anything at all.
• 10:56
  Nora pulled the wet cloth tight over her ears with both hands and held it there and did not let go. She knelt beside him for a while.
• 11:05
  She closed his eyes gently, the way her mother had once shown her to do for a bird they had found in the garden a long time ago. On either side of him, the people of the Ridge sat on, unmoving, and did not look down.
• 11:20
  Then she stood up and went in through the door. The station was lit. The generator was running somewhere below.
• 11:28
  The fluorescent lights along the green corridor hummed and flickered, and in the long room where four friends had pressed play on a reel of tape on a summer night nine months earlier, someone was waiting for her.
• 11:41
  It was Eli. He was sitting at the desk in the middle of the room in front of the old recorder, wearing a pair of headphones that were plugged into the receiver bank on the wall.
• 11:51
  He was gaunt, and his beard had grown in, and his hands, which had always been black with engine grease, were scarred and burned from months of welding steel. He was the one who had built the great tower on the Ridge.
• 12:05
  He had rebuilt the station too, all of it, the receivers and the dishes and the cables with the help of the others who came. He had been working on it since the night he walked out of his uncle's house.
• 12:16
  When Nora came in, he took off the headphones and turned and smiled at her, and the speakers on the wall were silent.
• 12:24
  Nora said later that Eli had switched them off for her, that he had known she was coming and had made the room safe. He could still speak, though slowly, as though he had to remember how.
• 12:37
  He told her that Cass was there on the ridge among the others, that she had come in January, and that she was not in pain, and that she was happy. And he told Nora that he was glad she had come.
• 12:49
  He said it had been waiting for her, not the signal, the rest of them, all of the people on the ridge.
• 12:55
  They had been waiting for her to come back because she had heard it at the beginning, and she had pulled away from it, and she was the only one who could still understand both sides. Nora asked him what he meant.
• 13:07
  He pointed at the floor. At the end of the long room, behind a steel panel that Nora had never noticed, a narrow stairway led down.
• 13:16
  At the bottom was a single room, small and bare, lined with concrete, colder than anywhere else in the station. In the middle of the room stood a squat green safe. Nora took out the brass key.
• 13:29
  The silencers had taken it from her, along with everything else in her pack, and Joe had pushed the pack back into her arms on the night she cut her free. Lena Hollis had carried that key for forty-nine years.
• 13:40
  Walter Ames had given it to her on the night she left Kestrel and told her never to use it. It worked on the first try.
• 13:48
  Inside the safe were two things: a logbook bound in gray canvas stamped with the seal of the United States Air Force, and a single reel of tape much larger than the first, wrapped in a plastic bag with a label on it in faded blue ink.
• 14:04
  "Kestrel, August nineteen seventy-seven. Complete." Nora read the logbook by the light of her flashlight, sitting on the cold floor of that room. It was the journal of Major Walter Ames, commander of Site Kestrel.
• 14:20
  It began in the summer of nineteen seventy-seven, and it ended in October. The early entries were technical and careful. The time and the frequency and the strength of the signal. Its fixed point in the sky. Its pattern.
• 14:35
  Then, as the weeks went on, the entries changed. Ames began to write about the men under his command, one after another, going quiet and calm and still.
• 14:46
  He wrote about the trucks that came for them in the night to take them somewhere silent, and he began to write about the pattern itself. The first thing he worked out was what the signal was made of.
• 14:58
  For weeks, his technicians had tried to make sense of the fainter tones, the ones that wove in and out beneath the main tone. Ames slowed the recording down again and again until, at last, he could hear them clearly.
• 15:12
  They were voices. Human voices and music and applause.
• 15:17
  There was a dance band from the nineteen thirties and a baseball announcer calling a home run, and a woman reading the news in a voice that had been silent for forty years.
• 15:27
  Thousands of fragments of old radio broadcasts slowed and stretched and layered together until they became a single tone. "It was not speaking to us in its own language," Ames wrote.
• 15:39
  "It was singing our own voices back to us." And from that, he believed, he had worked out what it was doing. "It was not a message," Ames wrote. Not in the way they had expected.
• 15:51
  It did not describe anything or say anything. It was more like a lesson. It taught the mind that heard it how to listen in a new way.
• 16:01
  It brought the brain into a kind of rhythm, and that rhythm spread from one mind to another until every mind that had heard it was moving together, thinking together, hearing together.
• 16:12
  "One great mind," he wrote, "made of many. Large enough, perhaps, to hear what no single mind ever could." And then Nora came to the entry that Walter Ames had written on the tenth of October, nineteen seventy-seven.
• 16:27
  He wrote that he finally understood why it had come. "For seventy years," he wrote, "human beings had been pouring radio into space.
• 16:37
  Every broadcast ever made, every song and speech and news report and baseball game had leaked out from the Earth into the dark, traveling outward at the speed of light in an expanding sphere."
• 16:50
  By nineteen seventy-seven, the earliest of those broadcasts had traveled seventy light-years from home, and somewhere along the way, Ames believed, something had heard them. It could not be far.
• 17:02
  For its answer to reach the Earth by the summer of nineteen seventy-seven, it had to be close. A few dozen light-years at most.
• 17:10
  "Close enough," Ames wrote, "that it had been listening to us since our grandparents were young." It had heard us, all of us, all at once. A whole world shouting into the dark with no idea that anyone was listening.
• 17:25
  And it had answered. "Not with words," Ames wrote. "With a way to hear the answer." It was teaching us how to listen so that we could hear what it had to say. The last lines of the entry were written in a shaking hand.
• 17:39
  Nora copied them into her own notebook and kept them with her for the rest of her life. "It is not taking us," Ames wrote. "It is teaching us. I do not think it understands that we will die of it.
• 17:53
  I do not think it knows that we have bodies." There was one more entry. It was dated the eleventh of October, nineteen seventy-seven. The same date as the last day crossed off on the calendar in the corridor upstairs.
• 18:07
  It was only a few lines long. Nora noticed the handwriting first. Every entry before it had grown more and more ragged until the last lines on the tenth were barely legible. This one was perfect.
• 18:20
  Neat and even and perfectly calm. Ames wrote that Lena would seal the door and paint her warning and go somewhere quiet, just as he had asked her to. He wrote that she must never know what he had done.
• 18:34
  And then he wrote that he had left a copy of the tape on the desk in the long room, threaded and ready. Someday, he wrote, someone will come. Someone has to answer it.
• 18:46
  Nora sat on the cold floor for a long time after she read that. She thought about the reel on the desk the night they found it, sitting there as if someone had loaded it and been about to press play and walked away.
• 19:00
  No one had walked away. It had been left there, on purpose, for almost 50 years, for them. When Nora climbed back up the stairs with the logbook and the tape in her arms, Eli was waiting at the top.
• 19:14
  Cass was standing beside him. She was thinner than when she had left the island, and her face was calm in a way Nora had never seen it. But she was still Cass.
• 19:25
  When she saw Nora, she smiled and lifted her hands and signed to her, slowly. It is almost finished. Eli told her what that meant.
• 19:35
  The tower on the ridge and the towers on all the other hills and the thousands of others built across the world in that terrible winter were not transmitters, he said. They were receivers.
• 19:47
  One great ear, as wide as the earth. And every one of them listened through this one, the tower on Copper Ridge, standing over the station where it had all begun.
• 19:58
  In three nights, he said, at the spring equinox, the last of them would be finished.
• 20:04
  And then every mind that had heard the signal would listen together, through all the towers at once, and they would finally hear the rest of the answer.
• 20:13
  Nora asked him what would happen to them, afterwards, to their bodies, to the people on the ridge. Eli did not answer. He only looked at her with great tenderness.
• 20:25
  And then he held out his hand and nodded at the reel of tape in her arms. And he asked her, very gently, if she would like to hear it too. Tonight's signal. It is the last line in the logbook.
• 20:39
  I do not think it knows that we have bodies. Walter Ames had spent 16 years listening to the sky, hoping that someone was out there.
• 20:48
  And when, at last, someone answered, he understood, in the final days of his life, that the answer was not cruel. It was not a weapon or an invasion. It was something reaching out to us, in the only way it knew how.
• 21:03
  It simply had no idea what we were. It had heard our voices, our music, our endless broadcasting into the dark. And it had answered a world made of signals.
• 21:15
  It had never imagined that behind every signal there was a person, who needed to eat and sleep and be held. That, at least, is what Walter Ames believed. He had been listening to it for two months when he wrote it.
• 21:29
  Next time on Midnight Signals, the final episode of our season of The Station.
• 21:35
  On the night of the spring equinox, on a hilltop in Pennsylvania, beneath a tower made of a hundred others, Nora Vance must decide whether to listen.
• 21:44
  Across the world, millions of silent people are waiting to hear the answer. At the foot of the ridge, a convoy of trucks is waiting for the dawn. And for the first time since the summer, the sky is about to speak.
• 21:58
  This has been a broadcast by Midnight Signals. I'm Russ Chamberlain, guiding you through the shadows where history meets mystery.
• 22:05
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• 22:16
  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.