This should be a short story based on the Novoyuuparosk world. I wonder if I can finish this to any extent...

Draft space

Novoyuuparosk is in a world where a good world war 3 destroyed some of the human civilisation. Some is left of course.

Besa Maltock - mechanic. drives a mobile workshop around the scorched lands and does repairs. music fan. ultimate goal is to track down the legendary Novoyuuparosk Radio but that's never the top priority. have quit drinking.

Karja Kivinen - hedonist electrician that is a collector and fan of pulp novels and equivalents. doesn't care about having grande goals in life because there isn't any worth having. drinks a lot.

There's no

Plot

Maltock had been coming across the mysterious yet decent Yuuparosk Radio.

Prelude

For the 27 years of my life I've been hearing people say that the world was massively different some 30 years ago. I don't really have a strong opinion on this and the reason should be apparent. I'm no more than 27.

What I can say for myself and probably also Karja, who is sharing the caravan with me, is that what we are having is sufficient, but barely so. Karja's got a bit more of life than I do, but that doesn't extend beyond a year. So I reckon she doesn't know ancient life either.

Ancient life alright. The clock display on the combo unit shows a 7:14. I turn on the 'passive' radio receiver of the same unit to see if there's anything to catch in the air.

Statics for most frequencies. But not all. Around the 88 MHz mark there is some faint sound that's definitely not radio statics nor noise. Very noisy though. It's some way beyond meaningful human language but resembles that more than your random signal. Karja would phrase this better than I do because she's the eletrician. Electricians are supposed to master everything electric, aren't they?

As I play with the fine tune knob trying to get the signal clearer, a

Prelude, 2

Einstein was right, or was he wrong, perhaps at the same time, about his argument that World War 4 would be fought with stones and sticks or stuff like that.

Honestly, I don't see us humans fighting no world wars anymore. The kind that over 50% of the world take part in. On the other hand we are living in a world fucking at war all the time.