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[not_that_lockon]

[Lyle appears to be on the beach despite the rain, and looks completely unfussed by the fact that he's now mildly moist.]

Well, what do you know. Looks like the rain just made all of that crazy pollen vanish. Just a guess, but is everyone back to their original gender now? [There's a small grin for a moment.] Allelujahs, Neil and Oliver, I'm

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[mr_dynames]

Yeah, just fine and back to normal here. And I heard that message too. Sure would be nice to get off this crazy planet.

[not_that_lockon]

No more random genderswaps or sudden lack of inhibitions.

[mr_dynames]

Exactly. Who knows what could be next? As for getting the attention of whoever was sending that message, got any ideas?

[not_that_lockon]

Not many. Making some sort of huge fire seems to be the best bet right now, but I'm open to suggestions.

[mr_dynames]

A fire sounds good, but do you think there might be any way of sending a message back over these things? [indicates the Sphere]

[not_that_lockon]

I dunno. You could give it a shot, but it's more like they just picked up the message by accident. It didn't sound like it had the best reception.

[mr_dynames]

It's still worth a shot, but we'd need someone who knows how radios work, or at least computers....

[He looks deep in thought, rubbing at his chin for a few seconds before another idea comes to him. If his memory served him right, he knew at least one person who should have enough computer know-how.]

Maybe there's a passenger who would know how.

[not_that_lockon]

You got an idea?

[mr_dynames]

I'll bet you there's at least one person around here who could get one of these things to work as a radio. And if we can find whatever frequency they're on, we'll be able to get in contact with them.

[not_that_lockon]

Not bad, Neil. That might just work.

[mr_dynames]

Now it's a matter of finding someone who wants to do it.

[not_that_lockon]

I'll leave that to you, plan-master.