MOONBASE THETA, OUT – S2 Bonus Episode 1 – “Moddy Sarah”
by D.J. Sylvis
(Instead of the standard chime for S2, we hear a series of beeps that hasn’t been heard since Season 1, Episode 12. The audio is a bit scratchier than usual, and they are recording from outside.)
Hello, good morning. This is Moddy Sarah, chaplain and Responsible Citizen of the Patrick Free Zone, formerly of the Three Rivers Cooperative Community. Hail to anyone who hears this from the Moon or beyond.
(they pause for a moment, a bit weary)
We have been forced to relocate, but the community continues. The Detroit Enclave annexed our land and sent us running, first north to the Allegheny Forest, then south again with the NY Conglomerate at our heels, downriver into West Virginia. We hoped we could hide in Morgantown – the launch site we used for our earlier attempts to reach out – soon, it was obvious we were being tracked. They don’t like folks who choose to live outside the walls. One thing we could do from there, though, was hack into the system. WVU had an aerospace lab funded by NASA, there’s an intra that still exists between all the launch sites, and these young folks at Cape Canaveral invited us in. We have a number of skills they consider useful. Particularly as they are not fond of getting their hands dirty.
It didn’t hurt that we could throw in satellite access to sweeten the deal. But it was a long, arduous journey, children. Through secret corridors of forest and underground passages, across river bottoms and, one unforgettable midnight, through use of a zip line from cliff to cliff of a … questionable canyon. Lo, we have wandered, and while I wouldn’t call this the Promised Land, it’s becoming home. We had to make some concessions to commune with these techno-anarchists – nothing we couldn’t afford, and we’ve had a few converts of our own since arrival.
(we hear them sit down in a chair that creaks)
There were a few times I thought I’d end up like Moses, to tell the truth, but here I am. And I don’t mind the step back down to minister – every week or two there’s another few stragglers, another ear to turn to what the Universe speaks, another chance to follow Leviticus and “Welcome the stranger, for you were once a stranger.” Not so long ago, and I’ll never forget.
(pause, we hear children somewhere far in the background)
I’m feeling my age to the bone. It’s as if they’ve eaten this world to the core and they’re squabbling over the seeds. The Consortium enclaves, the Conglomerate of super-cities, the Xinopec … each one grabbing for more even as they lose a grip on what they already own. Last message I sent, I told you we were counting down … it’s half past zero for Earth. Everything’s coming apart. Late at night, even this far down, we can see the fires.
(they stand up, the chair creaking again)
We are no longer asking for help from the Moon. What we hope to discuss … are the ways we might help one another. As the world falls apart, the only solution is coming together. Surely, with your management losing focus, you could use a new source of stability. Somewhere you could come home to.
I’m not saying we can make that happen yet. But there’s some big brains inside that are workin’ on the problem. We could sure use your help. Your cooperation. Your communion. Together, we could build a shelter from the storm.
(After a moment, we hear someone off from the microphone clear their throat. Moddy Sarah continues warmly.)
Oh, yes. One of our more recent arrivals has a message to include as well. Though it’s directed at only one person somewhere in the sky above, he was … impossible to refuse.
(it takes a moment for him to clomp over to the microphone, breathless and eager)
Roger? Roger, meu amado, can you hear me?
(he laughs nervously)
Tell me you’re out there, baby. I’ve got one hell of a story for you.
(We hear dogs barking in the background, and for a moment the background sounds continue. We hear the same series of beeps as in the beginning. The episode ends.)