Nov 11, 1979
Corresponded: December 24th, 2071 7:23 PM
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Corresponded: December 24th, 2071 7:23 PM
Move. Move. Move.
Heckler Sholoms
Recorded: December 26th, 2071 1:32 AM
I can do this. I can step outside, I have to. To save her.
Heckler Sholoms
Recorded: December 26th, 2071 12:50 AM
“Please press 1 to direct call.”
Ring ring ring...
“Hello?”
“Mr. Sholoms?”
“Who are you?”
“You’ve been poking into things that you don’t belong in.”
“Where is Irene?”
“Irene? You mean this little rusty ball of metal? Don’t worry old man, your robot is still functional.”
“Don’t you hurt her.”
“Oh believe me I will if you don’t leave my business alone.”
“You stole Mr. Sato’s music.”
“I did. You should hear it, it’s beautiful.”
“Why?”
“Now that would be cheating, giving away something as fine as that. Please Mr. Sholoms, you should know how this works.”
“He stole your spot.”
“Yes.”
“Twenty years ago, you lost your music and he found it. You both were at Askari for the entry exams. You didn’t remember the sheets by heart, didn’t have a copy, and you left them to be found by another student looking to enter the school.”
“Yes.”
“He played it, at the exams. And you, you failed.”
“I did.”
“Four years he took your place in the academy and you without the entry ended up working at a local shop.”
“I wasted away while he did nothing. His vision lacked what the school could give. It was an embarrassment, his existence. And then, then, he had the gall to create a piece better than mine. I couldn’t allow it. I won’t allow it.”
“You would kill to protect that need?”
“You don’t understand, the way it feels. It’s an ugly feeling Mr. Sholoms that sinks and roots itself into your soul. He doesn’t deserve it. Not after all he did.”
“Just let Irene go.”
“I wouldn’t dare. She’s my only hold on your actions. You want her back Mr. Sholoms you deliver Mr. Sato to me. A life for a life. That’s how it goes.”
“And when you get Mr. Sato. What will happen?”
“He’ll live, spend the rest of his days in a home but his masterpiece, a masterpiece that was rightfully mine? That will disappear into the wind.”
“Where?”
“You’re a smart man Mr. Sholoms. 183 East Harland Street, down by the docks. Tonight at 7. I know of your affliction, how you won’t leave your home. He must be here at 7, else Irene will be smashed to pieces. It’s up to you.”
hangs up
recorded: December 26th, 2071 12:22 AM