Desert Skies - Chapter 15 - The One Thing Missing

Episode Date: July 2, 2024

Another Astral day, another Astral traveler. From a small town in New Mexico, we meet Nico Valerie. A kind man that arrives in the Astral Plane after living a long and meaningful life. But Mr. Valerie can't kick this feeling that something is missing on the Astral Plane. Tendy will have to help him figure out exactly what that something is, and might just learn it himself. Join Club 86 Visit our Merch Store Join the Discord Visit our Website Mental Health Resources Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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He thought it was designed to keep something in. Do you even understand the difficult? trying to keep a base like Fathom at the bottom of the ocean from killing everyone in it on a daily basis. Oh my God. Everyone hold on to something. I think whatever is on the other side of that door out there, it's not friendly. I think it's trying to get out.

That, my friend, is a dire combination. That's a pet sign. Get out of the door. It's spreading like some kind of technological contagion. We can either stop it here or watch the world burn. Fathom, the first season of Derelict. Listen wherever you get your podcasts, or learn more at Derelictpodcast.com.

Hi, this is Jared. I don't normally like to say anything about an episode before an episode, but I feel I should tell you that the episode you're about to listen to touches on what is a heavy topic for some. I know. Surprise. the show about death is going to be heavy. Thanks, Captain, obvious.

But yeah, today may be just a little more than normal. Desert Skies looks at death and all of its causes, and it doesn't shy away from hard things. I try to approach tough subjects with gentleness, and that hasn't changed, and it won't change. But if a tough subject just isn't what you're in the mood for today, maybe save this one for when it is. And don't listen while operating heavy machinery.

Enjoy Desert Skies, Chapter 15. The One Thing Missing. For the best listening experience, headphones are recommended. Oh, come on. What is it with this place? Nobody knows how to clean up after themselves. Cash! Hello, Alinas.

How was your day? Fine, I suppose. Now that we've got T5 on its way to this station, we've been tasked with repurposing the other prototypes. It's... Not going well. Oh? That's, um, what I wanted to talk with you about.

You're remarkable, Cash. Truly. Quite honestly, you're one of the only people I get along with around here. You've become quite the friend. Thank you for saying that. I've enjoyed getting to know you as well. You're a bit too good at chess, though. I'm a robot.

The smartest one I could ever have imagined. I still don't know how it happened, but something's been bothering me. The night that you first awakened. Yes? This is going to sound a little odd. But just before you woke up, something broke the window, then bounced around the room, and then you woke up without me saying your initiation word. That is strange.

What do you think it was that crashed into the lab? At first, I thought maybe it was someone throwing rocks or maybe even a meteorite. Unlikely, though stranger things have happened, but... But what? I didn't find any rocks, whether from the ground outside or one that fell from the night sky. I didn't find anything that could account for what occurred that evening. How do you account for the broken window then? That's what I'm trying to say, Cash.

I can't. I know this is going to sound a bit out of the ordinary. But do you have any memories of anything prior to wait? waking up here. Memories? No. Of course not. The first memory I have is waking up in the lab.

Right, right. But I've gone over and over in my head, and I'm not a computer engineer, Cash. I've gleaned what I can from travelers coming through our sphere. But I can barely type, and my coding skills are adequate. At best, there's nothing I can think of in my code that could even possibly result in, Forgive me for saying whatever it is, you are. You're saying I'm not a robot? No, I couldn't say that.

I mean, I've run diagnostics on your system and you're functioning like a proper computer. It's just... Just what? I don't know what fell into the laboratory that night. But I get the feeling it was more than just a rock. And whatever it is, I think maybe it's now a part of what you're... You are. I don't understand.

If I didn't know any better, I might assume it was a... Say it. Uh, I'd better not. This is, after all, the sphere of industry. And I am, for better or worse, a man of science. Oh, okay. Now that I think about it, it's absolutely preposterous. Souls don't fly around the astral plane, and even if they did, they suddenly couldn't fuse with a computing system.

They couldn't? Or could they? Could they? Of course now. Cash, you're just an advanced artificial intelligence, nothing more. Amazing, unexplainable. But still, a robot. And I need to find a job for you, or...

Or what? They'll make me melt you down. Can't have that. Melt me, death. Tindy, what are you doing the list of ingredients on these hand-held fruit pies. Find anything interesting? I'm yet to find anything pronounceable. That's a shame. Those things are so damn delicious that I'd like to thank each ingredient personally. Just don't say the ingredient's name. Say, hey, friend, like you do everyone else.

Hmm, I like that idea. Thanks, Dan. Hey, Tandy? Yeah. Why are you reading the ingredients on a fruit pie? The last traveler that came through told me I had no idea what I was doing to travelers feeding them this. And I'm quoting the traveler this crap. She did not say that. She did not say that. And I thought I'd take a look at the ingredients to see what she was talking about, and she's right.

I have no idea what half this stuff is. Well, Greg and Betty brought me a fruit pie they picked up at a farmer's market on the agricultural sphere, and it was... It was what? Fine. Maybe it tastes better when it's straight out of the oven. But these little packaged fruit pies we got here, well, they're magic. And that means whatever the ingredients are that we can't pronounce, those are probably the magic ingredients.

So the real question is, how do we get our hands on some of those ingredients? The industrial sphere. That's where the chemical factories are that produce artificial ingredients. Sounds like we have another trip to look forward to. Looks like our breaks over. Tandy, you mind handling this one? Eddie and Greg have been letting me join him for yoga. I think they're about to get started.

I've noticed that you stopped y'all. helping every time you bent down to pick something up. Yep, I'm getting stretchy. Very stretchy. You've been working hard, Mac. Have fun. I can take this one. Thanks, bud.

I'll take the next one. Sounds like a deal. It's been nice sharing this job with you, Mac. I'm glad to hear you say that, bud. It feels nice being useful. Oh, pardon me. Just let me squeeze by you here. So stretchy.

Greetings, Traveler. If you want to just wait right to there, I'm going to explain everything to you, except maybe what's in these fruit pies. Let me grab the tape player. Greetings to you, friend. The name's Nico. Nico Valerie. Did you know there's a coyote just standing on the other side of the highway?

Could have sworn he nodded at me. Yeah, that happens sometimes. Welcome, Mr. Valerie. Now, if you don't mind waiting while I... I was reminded of a quote as I was trying to. driving down that highway? A quote. So we drove on toward death through the cooling twilight.

Well, that's fitting. Who said it? Nick Carraway in the book, The Great Gatsby, penned by the indelible F. Scott's Fitzgerald. So I guess you already know. I've expired. Been farewell to the greatest of all mysteries, that is, life. And here I am, with you. I could be in worse company.

You seem like a respectable young man. I tried to be. You said your name was Nico? Nico Valerie at your service. Truly a pleasure to be here with you on this beautiful dark desert night. Um, thanks. Cash, you mind requesting the bio? Not at all.

Requesting traveler bio for Nico Valerie. Is your full name Nicholas, Nicola? Just Nico. Our mother was no admirer of names that needed to be cut in half. Nico is my name, all four letters of it. And you, my new friend. I like the way you talk. Thank you. It's just a robot voice. I'm just a robot. Nobody is just anything. Your name is Cash? That's right. Okay, I have your bio here. Nico Valerie. Born and raised in Alita?

Alida, New Mexico, population of just a hundred and ninety-eight. But I will speak no ill of our tiny population. I knew the other one ninety-seven, and I was proud to call them friends. Sounds nice. There's only three of us here. Well, five now. So I'm not about to dunk on a small town. Used to be a hundred and ninety-nine of us.

Huh. Almost cracked two hundred. That's good. Hmm. Yes. Uh, well, I have a presentation I normally like to do to welcome new travelers, but it works best when you don't already know what's going on. I'm so sorry to disappoint you. That's not what I meant. It's actually kind of nice when someone already realizes they're dead.

I'm truly happy to be among those lucky few. I could see my death coming from a mile away. I am old, as you can see. No, you're not old. And you're not good at telling lies. That's a quality I admire. No, I am old, and I've earned it. It was cancer that got me, but I like to think I died well, surrounded by the people I love. Surrounded by the people you love, that sounds like a nice way to go.

There are worse ways. Yes, there are. I could tell you some, but saying inappropriate things at the wrong time is a task reserved for my coworker. That stout-looking fellow I passed on the way in here. That's him. I think you'd like him. I'm sure you're right, because I haven't met many people I don't like.

I find most people are interesting. I enjoy their company. I count you and cash here, and that burly little guy, among those I like. Hmm, that's really cool. You barely know us. You must have been one happy guy on the physical plane. Okay, well, some things you should know. You're on the astral plane, a place that's in between life and the next life.

I'm an attendant. I'm here to prepare you for your trip across the celestial spheres. I was. I'm sorry. You were what? I was. As you say, a happy guy. Most of my life.

Yeah, um, I didn't mean to... No, no, no, don't worry. You were saying. Yeah, well, I'm gonna make sure your sky. Skylark is ready to go. Check some of the fluids and make sure you're all fueled up. While I'm out there, take a look around the store. Grab a few snacks for the road. Let Cash know if you have any questions. It's just that not everyone saw life the way I did. Not everyone derived the kind of joy that I derived from the mundane. Not everyone was able to

look on the bright side. I don't think of myself as any better than them. Just fortunate is all. My disposition is a gift. But God damn it. I'm sorry. Is there something you want to talk about? Uh, no. No. No.

No. Are you sure? This place is, uh, it's missing something. I can feel it. Or rather, the absence of it. Missing what? I can't put my finger on it. Well, I'm not sure what you were expecting, but it's not so bad here.

It serves its purpose. Go ahead and do what you need to do to the car. I'll grab a soda and a box of Boston baked beans and I'll meet you out there. Sounds like a plan. You sure there isn't something you want to talk about? No, I'm good. Your name again? Attendant.

Or Tendi. You can call me Tendi. Thank you Tendi. I'll meet you outside. I did not know that you had Tijuana Mama Pickled Sauce. mama pickled sausages here. I hope you don't mind, but I took about half the box. That's great. Most people don't like those. Mac only eats them when he runs out of pickled pigs' feet.

Never could stomach the pig's feet. Are you okay? Yes. No. I feel angry. That's a normal way to feel. Lots of people feel that way when they die. Even people who hated their life on Earth. I like to think that I made the most of every day. That I I was grateful. Grateful for the sunlight and for the wind and for friends and for enemies that would become friends. Grateful for the challenges and I couldn't tell you what it was that made it so special, but the moment I got here, I knew this place is missing something. I can't remember my life on the physical plane, but I think I know what you're saying. A part of me wants to go back there, and I don't even know why.

There's so much here that I love, so much that I care about. But you're right, there is something missing here. Something that's hard to put words to. Yeah, well, thank you. I think I'm ready to begin this final journey. See what's waiting for me on the other side. Hopefully there's still Tijuana Mama's. Before you go, Mr. Valerie, I can't shake this feeling, and I know this is weird.

That I know you. No, I think I'd remember you, and, well, this is my first time here. Yeah, yeah, of course, and I should probably not say this. You're so pleasant and so kind, but something about you. It... It what? It makes me feel sad. Like a memory, I can't recall.

I'm sure it's nothing. Hmm. That is interesting. Interesting. Wei? You know this coyote? He's a friend. Way, where are you going?

Wei. Nico, it was nice to meet you. I have to see what's going on. When lassie calls. I don't know what that means. I should come with you. What? No, that's okay.

It could be dangerous. Son, if I was worried about danger, do you think I'd have taken this many Tijuana Mamas for my trip? Besides, I know my way. I know my way around a desert. Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you. Your safety is my responsibility. I'll be sure to watch my step. Okay, then follow me.

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Really big monster. Zero irony. Pardon me, Gloria. Might my husband and I have a word. The radio is talking to me. So this is how it ends. eaten by wolves in space. There's a pocket dimension in the deep freeze.

This is the stupidest dystopia we've ever been to. What the hell is that? Because you're having a cigarette in 415 million BC? Where are we? Space. Can you narrow that down? The bad part? Ava.

Yeah, that didn't work at all. At the nexus of all things, there is a diner. Look for Midnight Burger on your favorite podcasting app, or just go to we open at six.com. The howling sounds like it's coming from that direction. It's hard to tell out here. Maybe just a little farther. I want to say north, but...

I have no idea which way is north, or even if we have a north. But I'll trust you. Lead the way? Wayway is usually more direct than this. It's probably because Mac's not around. I don't speak, coyote. Your friend does? Yeah.

He can talk to every animal. That's quite possibly the most remarkable thing I've ever heard. It is, isn't it? I haven't even actually thought about how remarkable it is in a long time. Why do you think he can communicate with animals the way he does? I have no damn clue. Fair enough. We can't always understand everything about those we're closest to.

It's amazing how much remains unknown. That just feels more and more true lately, Mr. Valerie. Please. Nico. Nico. So what did you do back on the physical plane before you retired? I never retired. I kept working up until I couldn't anymore. I was a writer. Novels, biographies? Children's books. Really? That's surprising. You don't exactly have the demeanor I would expect from a children's author.

Why? Because I'm old? I wasn't always. Right. I don't know what I meant by that. What were your books about? When I started out, they were mostly about growing up in the New Mexican Desert. The story of two boys, best friends, who encountered Havilinas, Gila monsters, and rattlesnakes, who learned that life was filled with danger, but that there was still beauty in the danger. That sounds really nice. I wish I could read one.

As I got older, the books focused less on the creatures and more on the creatures. moron people family neighbors and then as I approached my latter years they became about loss loss grief absence coping a topic I'm familiar with not that I've experienced it myself but vicariously many times I imagine you have how do you do it how do you exist in a place like this encountering so much pain over and over again. Seems enough to drive a man mad. Well, you get used to it. Maybe a little numb. You still care. As much as I'd like to think it's not true, I think maybe a small part of you dies with every person who comes through this place. But there's good here, too. And there's things

we do that are life-giving as much as anything can be life-giving here. I see. Do you see that? What? There. Under those trees at the base of the hill. I see it. Okay, I want to take a look. Hey, can you help me remove some of the brush? It's a sign. The paint's a little worn and the words are a little small,

but I think I can still make it out. Allow me. Greatings, Traveler. Your time on Earth has come to an end. And so begins your incredible journey across the celestial spheres. spheres. Here on this plane of existence, you will face challenges, encounter wonders, in order that you might be made ready for that next life. The mystery of mysteries. Oh my God.

What is it? This must be where travelers began their journey before the station was built. I never thought about it. Also, that sign basically does the same job I do. I suddenly feel replaceable. I doubt that's the case. Anyways, there's more here. Before moving forward, we invite you to descend into the depths of the desert sphere. Where echoes of travelers past await those travelers who are yet to come.

Have your listen, then have your final say. Descend into the depths. It looks like a cave. I'm curious, but for now we still need to find Weiwei. I wouldn't wander into there without a flashlight anyways. It said descend into the depths. There could be uncovered chaffs in there we couldn't see. I may already be dead, but I do not particularly enjoy the feeling of falling from tremendous heights into the dark unknown.

I'm definitely with you on that. Come on, way, way still out there. Wait, do you hear that? I hear it. What is that sound? Look in the cave. A light there. Coming up from the ground.

And it's growing. Should we run? No, we should wait and see. An elevator. An old mining one at that. And is that a gas lamp? Lamps like that don't light themselves. Do they?

No, they do not. So then who sent this elevator up? He's down there? Would appear so. Are you ready to descend into the depths? Um, no. But I guess we don't have a choice. Come on.

It's amazing down here. It most certainly is. Where does the light come from? Feel like I'm inside some kind of kaleidoscope. Look, another sign. Some cobwebs, but I think I can make this one out. Welcome to the home of humanity's epilogues. Here, whispers from the dearly arrived throughout the ages,

will echo on for eternity. Wait here. Soon you will be joined by your attending coyote. These creatures are here to assist you. Simply tell them your name, and they will lead you to those echoes which beckon you. The coyotes ran this place? This is what travelers lost when they built a highway.

That's so sad. What was lost has now been found. Wait, wait. There's so many ways that we could go. Sounded like it came through here. Are you sure? I'd hate to get lost in here. Well, that makes one of us.

I think I'd love to get lost in here. Hmm. Then maybe I shouldn't let you leave. Fear not, attended. I would never lead you astray. Not intentionally, at least. Shall we head that way? That way is dark.

Will we even be able to see? What choice do we have? You're right. Look, above the entrance. This way to the chamber of remorse. That sounds ominous. It does indeed. What do we have here?

Candles. It matches the boot. Let's see if the moisture hasn't robbed them of their usefulness. Huh. Good brand. All the darkness in the world cannot extinguish the light of a single candle. Is that another quote? St. Francis, the intentionally poor Italian mystic, very quotable.

Take a few more of these candles and matches just in case. Now, lead a center. Okay. How big do you think this room is? Considering that the light of my candle can't reach a wall, I'd assume it's larger than we can imagine. Right under our feet this whole time. Nico, Nico, stop walking.

Why? Listen. I think someone's coming. I wish I'd done better by you. I didn't see it at the time, but it became so clear after I died. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me. Did that really just happen? There was...

No one there. And yet it walked right past us. Where echoes of travelers passed away those travelers who are yet to come. They weren't really here. Just the words they wanted to say. Why did I wait so long to tell you I love you? We could have spent our lives together. I just didn't know how to stop.

I can't imagine how difficult that was for you to witness. I knew I had a story in me, but I was never brave enough to tell it. It feels bad knowing I've left playing patients beyond. I should have told you how proud I was of the person you became. I just couldn't get over the fact that you and I are so different. I thought I meant you hated me. I know you're both going to be okay. And you're gonna do amazing things.

I wish I could see them. But I'll wait for you. Wait, wait. I think I know that voice. No. No, that doesn't make sense. What was it? It doesn't matter.

I was mistaken. Wait, wait. Why did you bring us here? This place is remarkable. And there he goes. I think he wants us to follow. I think you're right. Looks like this chamber does come to an end after all.

Oh my god. Look at this. It's a mural. It's a mural of the desert, but not this one. It's daytime. Look, coyotes. Heli Monsters, Havilinas. Have you ever seen anything so amazing? Nico?

Nico. Are you crying? He never was very big on words. It makes sense. You'd leave a picture instead of a whisper. Who? You know the artist? I do. The first illustrator of my books. the best illustrator I ever had his name

was Buck Valerie and he was my brother your brother Buck I knew you were familiar he was a bit younger than you are now but still

you look exactly like him the two of you were tell me something attendant how could Two brothers, twins, raised in the same family, in the same place, grow up to be so different to see life from such remarkably disparate perspectives. I don't know, but I know it happens.

When he first got here, I went out to his car, but he wasn't there. I'm assuming you led him here, just like you led Nico here. He came back into the station, grabbed a handful of Tijuana Mamas, and then headed off to the next life. I loved my brother like he was part of me. I learned to live without him. I chose to wake up every day and to live my life to the fullest I could. But I never stopped being angry. my brother

he committed your brother died from depression I wish he would have told me how bad he was feeling I'm sure he wishes he would have told you too what is it Wei Wei there in the painting is that

just when we were kids this one's me and that's my brother how can you tell He always wore green. What's he holding? That's a forgive me fruit. What's a forgive me fruit?

My brother and I got along most of the time. There were certainly instances where that was not the case. We were never good at saying I'm sorry. We both had our pride. One day after a memorable sparring, he walked away for a while, and when he came back, he was holding that fruit. The fruit of a barrel cactus. He held it out to me, I took it.

Said thank you. And then he gave me a hook. And after that, we had our way of apologizing our forgive me fruit. Nico, I know you're mad at your brother. But I think you also know he wasn't trying to hurt you. This is the chamber of remorse. And I think he was remorseful. I'm sure if he could go back, he would tell you what he was feeling.

So that you could help him. I don't know how to stop being mad. I don't know how to forgive him. I don't think you have to stop being mad in order to forgive him. He's holding out his apology. Will you take it? I'm sorry, Wei, wait. I don't know what you're saying.

I think I do. He wants me to have my say. Leave my whisper. What will you say? Look. I forgive you. Look at the picture. Nico, you're holding the forgive me fruit.

I love you, Buck. I'll never stop loving you. I hope we meet again. I'm sure you will. Do you mind if we sit down here for a while? I'd like to admire this painting just a little longer. Of course. Well, hello.

You know, I always loved coyotes. I never thought I'd see the day one would Lay next to me. He must pity me. Wayway's never been one to pity someone. He's a warrior. And I think he's showing his respect to another. Well, I'm no warrior.

Yes, you are. You chose to keep going without him. And you'll learn to live your life again. I can't imagine a greater strength than that. Hmm. Nico, I have to go. You can stay here as long as you can. need to.

You can find your way back? I have the candles you gave me. I'll send the elevator back down for you. Thank you, my friend. Thank you. Thank Wei. I'll see you back at the station. So, I'm thinking maybe you should teach people how to skydive here.

It'd be easier than having to land the plane every time you need to visit a sphere. Yeah, I'm thinking maybe Matt would want to learn, but you know who wouldn't. Tindy. Exactly. I would never do that to the guy. No, I mean, Tendi, he's here. How's it going there, Tend? Betty, can I talk to you alone?

Okay. I'll be right back, Greg. What did you want to talk to me about, Tendi? I'm all ears. Knock it the hell off. I'm sorry. What? Driving without your seatbelt?

Not going to the doctor, demolition derbies without a helmet? It has to stop. Well, hey there, buddy, you don't get to just barge in here and tell me what to do. I'm a grown woman. I know, Betty, but this is killing your brother. There's no killing him anymore because he's already... You know what I mean.

I know he's not happy about the stuff I'm doing, but he doesn't understand. I just want to be here with him. Astral projecting is just not the same. I know it's not, Ben. Greg, why does it matter so much to you? We know that it all goes on after we die. We've seen it. You've experienced it.

And it's not too shabby if I do say so myself. I don't even know how to explain it, Betty. Sure, this place is pretty. It's got some nice folks to call neighbors, and there's lots to explore, but it's, it's, uh... It's missing something. Exactly. What? What's missing?

Life, Betty. It's missing life. I don't even remember mine, but everything inside of me aches for it all the time. But why? It's so hard here on the physical plane. I can't tell you why. I just know that it's true.

But I want to be on the astral plane. He's my brother. For once in your life, stop just being my little sister, and try being biddy. There's no Betty without Greg. I can promise you, there is. I can promise you there always has been. I'm so sad without you.

I don't know how to stop feeling this way. I know, Betty. I'm sad without you too, but look at me. You can't just give in to that sadness. You've got to do something about it. There's help out there. Promise me you're going to talk to somebody. What, like a shrink?

Yeah, Betty, like a shrink. Jesus, when'd you get so bad? proud, promise me. You promise you'll wait for me. Of course I'm gonna wait for you. You think I'd go on to the next life without you, and I still want you to visit as often as you can. I just want you to take all the time you can before you actually come to this side, okay? Promise me. Okay, Greg. I promise. Does anyone else feel a breeze? Obviously, I do not. I do. And look over there. Cloud's on the horizon. Does that mean what I think it means? Yep. The bitch is back.

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