♫ D1@n--dr@...Callll some-one you love toniiiiiight...♫
The jingle lilted through the metallic halls of what was quickly becoming an empty spacecraft. Moksh sat alone in the common area, perched at the edge of what was being considered an ottoman – a small portable radio receiver in his hands.
He stared at it as he listened as if there was something to see.
"Good evening, Quandrant Six-Seventyyyyy It's just about that time on this Ladie's Night –"
It wasn't the first time Moksh had encountered the show; as an adherent to the Church of Ashla, the broadcast grew to additional wavelengths as one moved deeper into Crusader space.
It was the familiarity that kept Moksh on the station. A life of constant transition, there was a pang of desire for stability – even if he could not recognize it enough to even begin to articulate his feelings with words.
"I'm D1@ndr@, you found Lover's Lane -- a nice warm, safe place to be on a Winter's night-"
She went off the cuff a lot, trying to be overly flowery, but ultimately falling on lopsided cliches. It often left her sentences ending in ways that felt tediously repetitive. Her second sentence concluding with "night."
"I'm gonna be here with love songs and listener stories, a special guest, and so much more to warm your soul and feed your heart like a hot bowl of nerf stew on a cold, Winter's night."
Third. Fortunately, she was charismatic and empathetic; matronly and open – key reasons her show had persisted for more than a decade in this sector.
"Let's kick things off by picking up the hololines right now—"
She would never want for callers.
"Welcome aboard – Who do our Lover's Lane Listeners have the pleasure of listening to only this quiet night?"
Fourth.
"Hi, my name is Katie – How are you?"
Katie's voice was high and had a child-like quality, be it naivete or innocence. A Disney adult in a Universe owned by Disney.
"Katie, I am incredible – What can I do for you tonight?"
"Oh Ashla, I am so excited to talk to you!" She seemed nervous.
"Ummm…I'm twenty years old, and I wanted you to play a song for my boyfriend tonight"
"Who's your honey!?"
"His name is Jordan –"
"Jordan and Katie!"
"Jordan and Katie, hehehe," Katie giggled awkwardly.
"We've been dating for…uh…2 years, and he's just really special to me…and sometimes, I don't feel like I let him know that."
Moksh was transfixed. He had not initially heard Qora's question about his plans to join the others.
"So…," D1@ndr@ began, piercing the veil of illusion to truly connect with her listener (as she so often did),
"…you sound like the kind of person whose socks always match up in your sock drawer –"
"Hahaha – Oh, Ashla – They do"
Moksh dreamed that he could be the type of person to always have his sock match-up in his sock drawer.
Meanwhile, Qora wondered aloud if he were even still present.
"Hahaha," Moksh repeated, looking for Qora with his head and eyes, but not his body. Affect flat, totally human. Not weird at all.
"Uh huh – You're the kind of person who always knows where the lids to your VacuSeal containers are."
So many different, important things a person could be.
"Hahahah – I try!"
Oh, to be one -- but which?
The lidded or the lidless?
"I'm convinced there are only two kinds of people in the world – Those of us who lose lids – and those people who get REAAAAALY upset when they go missing."
"Yeah, it can be grounds for war, I agree -Hahahaha"
Could you imagine?
"Mhmm, mhmm. Well, you're just cute as a bug. Lemme find the PERFECT song for you to help you say all those things you just want to say."
"Thank you so much, D1@ndr@ – I'm so excited you picked up"
D1@ndr@ faded underneath a
piano; synth tones.
♫If you need a friend – Don't look to a strang-ger; You know in the end – I'll always be there♫
♫[And when you're in DOUBT – and when you're in dannnn-ger. Take a look all around – and I'll be there♫
"Qora definitely knows where her lids are," Moksh murmured into an empty room.
But it went buried under the chorus.