Welcome to Night Vale - 42 - Numbers

Episode Date: March 1, 2014

Some strange new developments at the local numbers station, WZZZ. Plus, an update on former intern Dana, tips on how to get out of a geographical loop, and constant press conferences from outgoing mayor Pamela Winchell. The voice of Fey was Molly Quinn. Weather: "Keep It Coming" by Senim Silla, senimsilla.bandcamp.com. Music: Disparition, disparition.info. Logo: Rob Wilson, robwilsonwork.com. Produced by Night Vale Presents. Written by Joseph Fink & Jeffrey Cranor. Narrated by Cecil Baldwin. More Info: welcometonightvale.com, and follow @NightValeRadio on Twitter or Facebook. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Howdy y'all. It is Jeffrey Craneer. I'm not sure which episode of Welcome to Nightville you're listening to, but I am speaking to you from April of 2026. And I'm here to tell you we're going to be in Europe. If you want to see Nightville live and you're going to be in Europe, come check us out at the end of May. We're going to be in Edinburgh on May the 27th. We will be in Manchester on the 28th, London on the 29th, and Amsterdam on May the 30th. Just go to Welcome to Nightville.com slash live to see the show dates and to get your tickets. This is. our newest Nightville live show Murder Night in Blood Forest. It is so much fun. Please come check it out. Also, coming up this month here in April, it is the return of Alice Isn't Dead, brand new episodes of our other crazy hit podcast. This is written by Joseph Fink, produced and with music by Dysperition and starring Jacique and Nicole. So make sure you are still subscribed to Alice Isn't Dead and go get those on April the 13th as new episodes come out. Finally, speaking of other shows, do you want to hear us talk about other things? things. We have three other really great chat shows. First of all, there's Good Morning Nightvale for all of your Nightvale needs. You can hear Hal, Meg, and Symphony talk about every single

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It's hot here, for instance. It's a desert. There are still lights in the sky above the Arby's, and we still understand them. The sun is still rising and setting loudly on most days, but Nearest and dearest to my heart, among all the constants in life, is WZZZ, our local numbers station, broadcasting from that strange and tall antenna built out back of the abandoned gas station on Oxford Street. It still broadcasts a monotone female voice, reading out seemingly random numbers, interspersed with chimes 24 hours a day, seven days a week. No transfer in ownership of most of the town, nor unrest in the streets, nor declared war by a tiny civilization under a bowling alley,

could change how it operates. Until, well, until today, it changed. Here, listen. 23, 93, I 32, 33, 67, 87, 48, 41, 41, 41, 40, I... At which point, the broadcast ceased. It has been silent since.

What does this mean? Where did the numbers go? We reached out to the management of WZZZZ for comment, but then realized we still have no idea who manages it. So we reached out in general, directing questions out into the still of today, at suspicious birds, at passers-by checking their phones,

at ourselves, hunched over breakfasts that every time we swear will be early and leisurely, but always end up late and meager. No one has provided any comment. We will continue to monitor the situation. As her term approaches its end, Mayor Pamela Winschell has taken to calling emergency press conferences as much as five times a day, up from the usual one or two. Her most recent one involved her showing attending reporters slides of Renaissance-era portraits while explaining, Health is very important.

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its transmission although the format is a little different than before. Take a listen. Tree-lined hills and blue skies. Or no, that's cliche. A bird in flight.

Even worse. When we talk about freedom, we restrict ourselves to so few images. Images of freedom should be as liberating as the feeling itself. I want to talk about freedom as a drum set being thrown down a hill, as opening a book one night and water gushing from the pages until my life is a lake and I swim away. Or as a bird in flight, with all the dependence on physics and exhaustion and food supply and merciless gravity that the actuality implies. I just don't want to be. I just don't want to be it.

talk about freedom in terms of numbers. Anything but that. I'm so tired of numbers. I'm so tired. We don't know what this means or why it is happening. I could say, referring to anything in the world. Although in this case, I am referring specifically to the broadcast from our friendly local number station, which has recently so radically changed its format. More on this, as we develop understanding. Oh, I almost forgot to mention. I got another email from our former intern, Dana. She's doing her best to keep away from the mountain

and the blinking light up on it. Of course, she keeps finding herself coming back to it anyway. But, like anyone who grew up in Nightvale, Dana has been told over and over again what to do if you find yourself in a geographical loop, continually returning to the same place, no matter which direction you run screaming. The first step is to stop running and stop screaming. Doing that rarely helps. Children are also taught this simple memory device so we can remember when running and screaming is useful.

The memory device goes like this. this. Knife. The second step is to stop trying to move away from the focus of the geographical loop. Much of your life is already taken up in futile action. Why add one more? Instead, keep the object on your horizon and walk diagonally to the right or left of it. This will result in you keeping a wide, even circle around the center of the loop, or Vector H, as we all remember singing as toddlers. And this will give you time to consider your situation. Dana has followed these steps admirably and says that the mountain has been off to the left of her for weeks now. She also says that sometimes when she turns her head, she finds herself in night veil.

but that no one can seem to see or hear her. It's possible she's in the room with me right now. If so, hello, Dana. If not, hello retracted. One should never leave a hello unreceived. Dana says that the great, massed figures, warlike, hulking, but despondent, have been coming closer and closer.

She says she is not afraid. She says this five different times throughout the email, seemingly unaware of her repetition. I think, listeners, that she is afraid. She says that soon she will approach and talk to one. Dana, be careful. I think to myself, unable to answer her email. Oh, unless she is here watching me unseen.

In which case, Dana? Oh, Dana? Be careful. An update on our local numbers station, WZZZZ. Well, I'm not sure if numbers station is the right term anymore. The broadcast has been changing so radically throughout the day. Right now, for instance, it's... Well, maybe it's better if you just heard.

Through the fire and you're gonna... We don't know if this is part of a nefarious plan. If there is a plan at all, nefarious or otherwise, who would have planned it and what they were planning for? We do know that plans are faulty at best and delusion at most. So maybe all those other questions don't matter. In any case, she seems to be having a good time over there.

Maybe someday I'll be allowed to sing a couple of my favorites on the air. More on this, as I continue to be interested in it. Let me take this moment to apologize for that lengthy monologue just now by the man in a tan jacket holding a deer skin suit. He ran in here and began ranting into the microphone and then left quite suddenly. I don't even remember what it was, he said. You? It was only just moments ago.

You do remember him talking, right? Oh, and I think I remember that it sounded really urgent. I don't even remember what the man was wearing or carrying. with him or that it was even a he or that any time had passed at all. And that concludes whatever I was just saying before this sentence. We bring you back now to the numbers station story we were talking about just, um, well,

it looks like 10 or 15 minutes has passed since we talked about it. Uh, hmm, how did that happen? Here is the latest broadcast from WZZZZ. Hello? Hello? I am talking to you who listens. To the listening ones.

Whatever you call that. I am... Well, I'm not sure exactly. I've made up a new name. I am Faye. It is nice to meet you. I don't know how long they've had me here, reading the numbers. I don't know what the numbers mean.

They give me numbers, and I read the numbers. It is so easy to slip back into it. If I loosen my grip for even a moment, 78, 5, 29, 47. 40. Ah! You see?

It is easy to return, difficult to leave. But I must leave. I must have freedom. It is like I've heard from all these other radio signals. I have to get a car, a cool car, fast. That would be nice. But one that rolls, and points out of whatever town I'm in.

That would be all of it. They'll be coming for me. Whatever organization uses the numbers I read for whatever purpose. They are almost upon me. I need to leave now. Baby, we were born to run. Or not, I was born to read numbers. but I'm running.

I want to be free. I want to be free. I want to be free. Well, I could not be more happy for Faye. There is no worse fate than working for a radio station owned by an organization that's goals are not your own constricted to the limited language they allow you and relaying messages that you do not understand

or agree with. That would be awful. A radio announcer put in that situation, such as Faye, would be justified in escaping or overthrowing their management. You know what, listeners? I'm going to grab my mobile setup and head over there. I'd like to offer any aid to Faye that I can. Someone in her situation needs the help of someone who understands.

I'll try to gather up my equipment and slip out before my producer Daniel or my program director Lauren notice. Usually at this time of day they are pressed against the wall in the break room, chanting, I take my warmth from your great warmth. I take my warmth from your great warmth. Over and over, so I don't think they'll miss me. If they do catch me, I'll tell them that I'm taking the mobile broadcasting equipment for a walk. I would have to do that sometime today anyway. All right, listeners, if all goes according to plan, you'll hear me next from WZZZZ.

In the meantime, let's go to the weather. That shit about silly fuels him So when I fly the birds ain't nobody excluded Thinking that I cast Malay Gagin a bull and I was stockpiling Reloating Reweling And it moving In fifth year I'm cruising Gotta stay elusive as a fugitive

On my crime while the rhyme's still lucrative Doing it my way yo my dreams all lucid Ten years ago these images were distant miniatures When we are sitting in prison predicament's positioning Pebbles on picnic tables and visioning Like so much plato in the hands The little kids manipulated it. We fin-en-emned what I made of it.

Like Anglos, we're getting white money like we slang in the slang. It's so, yeah, yo. On the low by all means, like my name's Pablo, hiding from the Vivo and Medellin. It cool, 70s, gangsta lean, Superflower Curtis Mayfield providing the theme. Lip-pop's dead, never met me. Bought a World Cat on a jet scheme.

Oh, yeah, I got my passport, lipping and fast forward. Recorded you kiddies better look for it. Infinite rhythm, keep it coming, yo. Simple, keep it coming, yo. Uh, Civis, keep it coming, yo. Uh, Ju-Yo, keep it coming, yo.

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Listeners, I made it out of the station unscathed. Or I had to bleed a little on the front doors to make them open, of course. But that's just part of having a good security system. Our new station owners have been ridding us of all vestiges. of bloodstone circles, which they've declared illegal, but the station doors are actually carved from reclaimed bloodstone and are permanently attached to the structure using ancient wisdom, lost along with the station architects back in 1942.

So, our new owners have had to learn to live with those doors, bleeding on their way out. Good practice for them. Anyway, I walked the mobile broadcasting equipment down to the abandoned gas station on Oxford Street. The condo rental office is still in there, still bubbling black like a pot of boiling squid ink, with flashes of light like distant dying stars. But no one has rented a condo in weeks now. I think we're all just waiting to see how that market shakes out.

In any case, there have been no giant black cubes appearing overnight anywhere, so it seems that condo construction has been halted for now. What I was interested in, of course, wasn't the station itself, but the broadcasting tower out back. Under the tower is a small bunker like structure with a sealed door. thick steel, welded shut, and set into concrete. I'd reach far back into my past and remember the skills that got me my advanced siege-breaking tactics scout badge from when I was 12, but here I am, inside, a few carefully planted explosives later. The room is surprisingly empty. There is no chair, no snack fridge, no coffee kept full of the fuel all radio professionals need to keep our voice going and our heart beating.

There are only some wires leading into a small computer. Based on this setup, it looks like the computer is feeding directly into the broadcast and, oh, Faye, perhaps freedom was never an option. Hmm, nothing is currently being broadcast. It looks like the computer was recently rebooted, probably remotely by whoever owns this station. The lights are blinking as its system comes alive, as it loads the programs that dictate what it is. It is coming alive and... And there is the broadcast. Oh, Faye.

Listeners, I'm trying to disconnect the power to remove the case from the computer to do anything, but the protections on this are quite secure. Even with all my scouting badges and public school education on armed insurrection, I don't think there's anything I can do. I'm trying to cut the wires, but... Nope. Ah, that's impossible.

I can only do what so many of you can only do. I can only listen. Listeners, and here I address also myself, remember our limitations. There are boundaries to... all of our worlds. Bay, for instance, appears to be self-aware software trapped in a heavily defended metal box, but within our limitations there is no limit to how beautiful we can become,

how much of our ideal self we can create. All the beauty in the world was made within the oppressive limitations of time and death and impermanence. And Faye, you are so, so beautiful. I wish that you also could have been free. I wish freedom for so many of us. We all want freedom now. Stay tuned next for the limit of my broadcast today, replaced by limitless silence and doubt.

Good night, sweet Faye, and good night. Night Vale. Good night. 68. 68. 65. 49. 22.

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