Tower 4 - Presenting: Desert Skies

Episode Date: December 1, 2025

Check out the acclaimed fiction podcast Desert Skies!Listen to Desert Skies: https://pod.link/1634726836 On a lonely highway between life and the next life there's one last stop that we all have to make. Desert Skies Astral Plane Fuel and Service Station serves travelers as they embark on their journey through the celestial spheres. Meet the Attendant, the Mechanic, and C.A.S.H. Register. Together, they'll make sure you're prepared for the ride.Enjoy!! Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Hi there. My name is Jared Carter, and I'm the creator of the fiction podcast Desert Skies, which you're about to listen to, thanks to the team at Seven Lamb Productions. Desert Skies is my comedic and heartfelt series about the place between this life and the next. A story set in the afterlife that takes place along a lonely desert highway at a gas station called Desert Sky's Astral Plain Fuel and Service Station. the staff at the station help new arrivals get ready to embark on their journey ahead through the celestial spheres. You'll meet Tendi the Attendant, Mac the Mechanic, and Cash, the Sentient Cash Register. Over the course of the show, what begins as a slice of afterlife story, following new arrivals to the station quickly grows into an epic tale where the stakes are high,

making for what I hope you'll find to be an exciting and adventure-packed journey. You're about to listen to the first episode. episode from season one, and if you'd like to continue listening, you can find this show on any of your favorite podcast platforms. Just search Desert Skies, or you can click on the link in the show notes below. There's already two full seasons released and available to listen to with the third season being released right now, making it a really good time for new listeners to start the series. So thanks again for listening to this first episode, and thanks again to the team at Seven Lamb for sharing Desert Skies with its listeners. Enjoy.

For the best listening experience, headphones are recommended. Hello there. Hello there. if you don't mind waiting just a moment while we get ready just a moment while we get Ready? We're actually trying something new. We're formalizing our process. So this is an exciting time to be here. I've actually written something up. So I think it's, I'm pretty proud of it. It's cool. Where am I? Please hold all of your questions until the presentation is complete. Everything will be answered in time. Okay, I think, I think I'm ready.

you may approach the counter Welcome to Desert Skies Traveler Your journey through the physical plane Has come to an end But we are so glad you're here And I know what you're thinking Where is here exactly?

I'll do my best to explain Desert Sky's astral plane Fuel and Service Station exist on the lowest sphere of existence between life and death or as we like to say around here between life and the next life you have no more reason to be afraid

no more reason to fret nor worry whatever your needs we are here to help My colleague here is the mechanic or Mac for short It is his job to service your vehicle In preparation for the journey across the celestial spheres

I am the attendant Or tindi for short I told you not to call me that in front of the travelers Will I think it puts them at ease I'm trying to create an air of mystique Yeah, well, that's stupid. Yeah, well, nobody asked you. Um, what, what, what's going on? Like I said, I am the attendant.

It is my job to ensure you have adequate provisions and are well instructed in navigating the journey through the celestial spheres. Now, let me tell you about a selection of products available and any associated promotions. One second here? We have all of your road trip favorites. Chips, sodas, sunflower, seeds, pickled pigs feet that induce devastating degrees of sadness. It's a trip. That's Max favorite, actually. It's just nice to feel something.

Before hitting the road, how about one last trip south of the border? We have an impressive selection of over 34 varieties of microwavable burritos. Everything from breakfast, brunch, lunch, dinner, dessert, and various other flavors. Right now, if you grab three, you'll receive a portable microwave to take with you on your journey. It has a little cigarette lighter adapter. Hell of a deal if you ask me. are you dealing with the regret of never having accomplished anything significant in your life punish yourself appropriately with some flaming hot chitos enough turn off the music what's wrong

was i reading too fast that's that's fine i can start over um where's the rewind no no don't don't do it again look i need some answers Five minutes ago, I'm sitting at home eating a plate of to toast to waffles. Next thing I know, I'm driving down a deserted highway, then pulling into a gas station, in the middle of God knows where, and you start reading off some brain-melting specials of the day with Gimley here. I just want to know what's really going on. Give it to me straight. Am I high right now?

Possibly, but that's irrelevant. You're here because you're dead. This is your last stop on your way. to the great beyond. It's our job to make sure you're prepared for the ride. Uh-huh. And what if I don't believe you? What if this is all just some kind of sick dream, huh?

Some elaborate prank. Look, I understand this experience can be jarring, especially if your death was sudden or unexpected. I can't remember, but I probably went through the same emotions you're experiencing right now. Yeah. For the sake of argument, let's say you're telling me the truth. What's to keep me from driving back the direction I came from, huh? High tailing it back to my living room. No pun intended. There's nothing keeping you from that. I mean, we can't stop you, but I don't recommend it. Yeah, and why's that? Microwaveable burritos. What? What is that supposed to mean? I'll show you. Come on. Follow me.

our microwavable burrito selection currently there are 34 varieties uh if you drive back the way you came there's going to be 35 here take a look at this package what do you see says gutbuster brand microwavable burritos and there's a face lady with red hair alice's chicken all a king style read the back Okay. This delicious microwavable snack is dedicated to Alice McDougal, who attempted to return to the physical realm and retrieve her beloved cat Wallace. We honor her brave effort. What the hell is this?

Just keep reading. In accordance with the governing rules of the astral plane, the full essence of this individual's existence, desires, purpose, and romantic history has been meticulously crafted. into this artisan-style burrito. Tastes the flavor of life. So there's ground-up lady in here? Uh, no.

God, no. That's disgusting. Um, this isn't her physically. It's the flavor and texture of her existence. Which apparently tastes like diced chicken and a cream sauce. It's actually pretty good. Congratulations, friend. I've heard some.

crazy shit in my life, but I've never heard anything like that. But you know, I bet I'd be chicken, some kind of chicken burrito. Why do you say that? Sawed on one of those placemats at a Chinese restaurant. I was born in the year of the chicken. I think you mean rooster. Really? I always thought it was chicken.

I think I'd rather be a chicken than a cock, you know? Oh, God, I need a cigarette. You got those? Huh? A brand that doesn't taste like devastating sadness or contain the essence of someone's great grandma? Here, have one of mine. Thank God, something I can actually use.

I know these things are awful for you. I'm not sure you got to worry about that anymore. Come on, buddy. Let's take a look at that car of yours. That's the other thing. I don't even own a car. Then boom, I'm sorry. suddenly cruising down the highway in a Buick Skylark.

That's one hell of a car. Sure, I'm not complaining. But that's not my automobile. And this isn't my beard's natural color. Yet here we are. Come on. Let's get you road ready. Hey, Nintendo.

Oh, whatever your name is. You really telling me I'm dead? It's attendant. And, yeah, you are. Sorry, friend. Well, ain't that just a kick in the pants. One more question. This place, at the end of the road.

What's it like? Is it nice? Yeah, it's real nice. Huh. That's good to know, I guess. Look, come back and see me before taking off, okay? Whatever you want, Lord of the Underworld. Hey, Captain.

register. Hello, attendant. How can I be of service? I always tell people that what lies at the end of the road is a nice place. You excel at putting our travelers at ease, attendant. Um, yeah, sure, but what if it's a lie? I don't know if it's nice or not. For all I know, it could be a plane of non-existence.

I would assume that even a state of non-existence. is better than having your essence converted into a microwavable burrito. Yeah, maybe, I don't know. A lot of people like burritos. Attendant, as you know, I'm incapable of lying. So you've told me. But you're not. I can't say for certain, but I believe that if given the ability to provide comfort to frighten travelers,

able to travel but one direction, I would allow myself to express confidence that they are ahead. towards a nice place, regardless of my uncertainty. You really think that's okay? Attendant. I am just the computational assistance and service help register. But logic leads me to believe that the existence of desert skies, an astral plane fuel and service center dedicated to the comfort and safety

of travelers embarking on their final journey. Well, it seems to me that level of intentional care would denote a certain amount of goodwill on the part of our superiors. Are superiors. I don't even know who they are. Do you cash? I'm sorry, attendant, but as I've told you, 473 times, I'm unable to speak to that subject. Unable or not allowed? Is there anything else I can assist you with, attendant? Um, play some music?

You got it. Mood? Hmm. Let's do... contemplative. I'm going to be able to be. I'm going to be able to be. I'm going to be. I don't know.

Well? He's all set. Where's it at? Dude's just sitting in his car with his head resting on the steering wheel. I'd ask what gives, but it ain't like I've never seen it before. I told him to come back in here. What's his story anyway? Jeez, I haven't even ran the report.

Cash register. How can I help you attend it? Request a traveler bio for... Oh, God, I didn't even ask his name. I got that from him at least. Name's Lawrence Cobb. Traveler Biography for Lawrence Cobb. All right, let's take a look here.

Lawrence Cobb, age 42. Looks like it was the toaster waffles that did him in. Choked to death watching television. When I die, that's how I want to go. Yeah, well, you are dead, so there's that. And what? You want to die? Uh, choking on frozen breakfast foods watching TV?

You're judgy, you know that. Anyway, um, born and raised in New York, managed the electronics counter at a department store. Mm-hmm. Fascinating stuff, but you know what I want. Yeah, I know. There you go, you sick little man. Embarrassing childhood memories, God, I love these. Look, in fourth grade, choked on an ice cube at lunch, and threw up all over the.

table. How do you even do that? Hmm. It says his wife died. Her name sounds so familiar. Deborah Cobb. Deborah Cobb. Debra Cobb. Debrae Cobb. Cache, do you have a record of a Deborah Cobb who was married to a Lawrence Cobb? Indeed. Deborah Cobb. Age 36. sudden death brain aneurism Jesus, that's so young

We have so many people come through here, Tendi What makes you think you'd remember some random woman We must have had 20,000 Deborah's At Desert Skies in my time And at least a handful of Deborah Cobbs I don't know Some people just stick with you, Mac Yeah, I guess that's true

There is that one guy who crapped his pants dancing to You're the one that I want during a school play I still got the report pinned up in my shack You can't make this stuff up No, you can't I think I'm going to check on our traveler I just want to talk on our traveler I just want to talk

real quick Give me 30 seconds Please, Mr. Cobb Stop calling me, Mr. Cobb. My name is Lawrence. Hey, Lawrence, buddy. You've been out here a while and we're getting kind of worried about you.

Worried about me? What's there to worry about? I'm already dead. Dead is such a weighty word. you left a physical plane. So what? It's just one plane of existence. This is another. And down that road is another. And that's your destination. That's the next life. Yeah, well, if it's so great, why haven't you driven down that road, huh? If it's so wonderful, what are you doing out here in the plane of God knows what, hawking burritos with people in them? I don't know. What do you mean you don't know?

You're dead too, right? You must have pulled in here just like me, but you stayed. You're right. I mean, I assume that's what happened, but I don't remember a time when I wasn't working here, when I wasn't the attendant. I don't remember my life on the physical plane or my real name. I have no idea who I am or even how I died. Jesus, that's messed up, guy So what's to keep you from going now?

Get in the car, come on, we'll go together I know I'd feel better if someone was with me, you know? I'm sorry, Lawrence, I can't. Why not? Because I like what I do. It may not seem like much to you, but to me, it's everything. It's all I've ever known.

Do you know how many Lawrence Cobbs I've ever known? had come through here. People like you who get behind that wheel and can't seem to turn the key. And 99.9% of the time, I get them down that road. I save them from the burrito plane of existence. I help them move on. It might not be so bad being a burrito, you know. A lot of people like burritos. This is true. You know, I had a wife who died. Three years ago. I couldn't do anything without her. Ever since she's been gone, my life's just been one pointless day after another.

She might be up there too, huh? Down that road? How could I not realize that? Tell me, did a Deborah Cobb ever come through this place? She did. Well, well, okay. I'm going to get to see her again. Come inside, Lawrence. Let's get you what you need.

Hey, you got any of those corn chips shaped like a dunce cap? Indeed we do. And you didn't do nothing weird to it. No need. Those things are weird enough on their own. So go ahead and take a look around the store, Lawrence, and meet me at the counter when you're done. Thanks, but I can't buy none of this stuff. I don't even have my wallet. Then how in the hell are you planning to pay for all that astral grade fuel I just pumped into your Buick?

We don't take kindly to thieves around here. Hey now, wait just a minute. You didn't say nothing about no payment. I mean, what would you guys even do with money? Uh, nothing at all. Mac is just being an ass hat. Yeah, I'm just messing with you, buddy. Nobody's got money this side of the physical rail.

You know what they say. You can't take it with you. When you go, yeah. Like I said, just grab whatever you like, and I'll be waiting for you right here. Oh, and don't forget to grab a map. They're on that rack over there by the burrito freezer. There's only one main road that you'll need to stay on, but there are some interesting sites along the way you might want to check out. Oh, also, it gets cold once you get past the Martian Spears, so it would help to grab a...

No, no, no, no. What's wrong? My Debbie. What about her? I told you. She's been through here, Lawrence. She didn't go down that road. She tried to go back.

What are you talking about? Come see for yourself. See what? That's her face. Right there. Debbie's Waffle-stuffed Burrito. Let me see. It says this delicious microwavable snack

is dedicated to Deborah Cobb, who attempted to return to the physical plane for her dear husband, Lawrence. We honor the sacrifice she made in the name of love. Damn it. I knew I remembered that name.

My wife. The only reason I ever had for a living is a burrito. Well, a lot of people like burrito. Okay, I should shut up. No, you're right. A lot of people like burritos.

But I love this one. And she's gone. For a second there, I thought there really was a chance we could be together again. I'm so sorry, Lawrence. Okay, sirrah, sirrah. Could I have a moment alone, fellas? Of course. Mack?

Come in. Poor guy, I can't imagine what he's feeling. The thoughts that have to be going through his head right now. And to think that if his wife could have just waited, they'd be together now. I wonder what it feels like, Mac. To miss the physical plane, the people you left behind. I remember things about the physical plane. real general things, telephones, TVs, wars, placemats at Chinese restaurants.

But I don't remember me. The only me I remember is the me at Desert Skies. I've asked Cash to request a bio so many times I've lost count. And every time she says the same thing, I'm unable to submit bio request for current staff. I know I've asked you before, Mack, but you don't remember anything else about me when I got here? Just the same stuff I told you before, attendee. You showed up, got out of the car, walked past me like I wasn't even there, dead silent.

You went inside. I started prepping your vehicle for the journey, and when I went to tell you it was ready, you were already standing behind the counter. The old attendant had slipped out the back and took the car meant for you. I guess he was finally ready to hit the road The funny thing is I never got back Come here

Look at this What's he doing? He's chewing What's that in his hand That my friend Is Deborah Cobb The full essence of her existence Desires, Purpose and romantic history

meticulously crafted into an artisan style Burrito. Well, I'll be damned. I've never seen a man sob and eat a burrito at the same time. I have. You said you'd never mention that again. Hey, fellas. Hey, Lawrence. You all right? Yeah. You know what? I am. I think I'm ready to go. You don't have anything. Don't need anything. You don't have to, but you sure. you don't want to grab some snacks for the road? At least let me grab you a map.

No need. I ain't stopping. Well, okay then. Sounds like you're ready. As I'll ever be. Thanks, fellas. For everything. And that was the last time that we ever saw Lawrence Cobb. As his taillights faded into the distance, we were reminded of the power of love

and its ability to cause wandering souls to find resolve. Perhaps each one of us... Give it a rest, Mac. Look, he's turning around. Maybe he's coming back for something. I don't think so. He's not slowing down. And there he goes.

Nothing you could have done, Tendi. I really thought he was going to make it. Who's to say he didn't? Seems to me like he made it exactly where he wanted to go. The freezer aisle. Come on, Tendi. We got a 35th variety now Let's see what it is

We're going to need a bigger freezer You go ahead I'm going to submit my traveler report Hey Cash Hello attendant I'd like to submit my traveler report For Lawrence Cobb I am ready to capture your report

Another traveler has come and gone Lawrence Cobb never departed for his trip across the celestial spheres It seems that he found a reason to head the other direction It's different this time though He wasn't trying to return to the physical plane At least as far as I can tell He knew what the outcome of driving that direction would be

And that seemed to be his intention to follow the path that his dearly departed Deborah had taken just three years before. I hope he found what he was looking for. That's the end of my report, Cash. Pensive and succinct attendant. Will you be needing anything else? Yeah. It's probably time we requested a second freezer.

34 varieties of microwavable burritos is just about all we have room for. Looks like you're not up to 35 varieties just yet, bud. What do you mean? Here you go. Look for yourself. Lawrence and Debbie's chicken and waffle-stuffed burrito? Uh-huh. And read the back.

This delicious microwavable snack is dedicated to Lawrence and Deborah Cobb, whose love for one another transcends the boundaries of the known plains. May their essences enjoy an eternity of artisanal bliss together. Taste the flavor of love. Another traveler. Looks like it's time to get back to work. You know,