He turned the dial further. The static shifted, turning into a low, rhythmic thumping.

The "Mighty Radio" wasn't a player; it was a receiver for time. The version number, v1.0 , was a lie—this was something that shouldn't exist.

"—if you’re just joining us, the 405 is clear, but watch out for the fog near the pier. It’s a beautiful Tuesday, July 14th, 1987." Elias froze. July 14th, 1987, was the day he was born.

"I think I found something," his own voice whispered through the speakers. The radio was playing now .

The screen went black, but the speakers kept hissing. Even without power, the Mighty Radio was still searching for a signal.

Elias reached for the dial to turn it off, but the knob on the screen began to spin on its own. The static grew louder, a piercing whine that vibrated the desk. On the screen, a new file appeared in the folder next to the radio: Mighty Radio v2.0.rar . A text box popped up: