track one | text/audio;

[hopediesalone]

[Ok. Let’s just...try to figure this out. For a long time, Blues hasn’t been able to get these numbers out of his head. And recently, they’d come back in full force. His first thought’s to Google it, but instead he tosses open a new document on his laptop, kicks back in his seat, and types the access number in. the laptop's mic is active, so there's bits of ambient noise and keystroke sounds.]

41214000

cipher? not your basic alphanumeric cipher, fucking things can’t use zeroes and there are too many possibilities for the first five digits

can’t be a phone number.

zip code maybe, but then what’s with the zeroes?

musical notation? no that doesn’t make sense either

Hell, probably meaningless. You’re just putting off work by doing this anyway, Blues. haha right like there’s any real work to do right now

a fixation on something useful would be nice?

[looks like he hasn’t quite figured it out yet. give him a second. then, a man's voice.]

The fuck...?

[Going silent for just a second.]

Someone's gotta be fucking with me here. Or not. Whatever. Can anyone even hear this? Ah, to hell with it.

[back to text]

hello world