The Dark Signal

generated at 2025-02-26

It was February 26, 1983, and I was working late in the lab with my team. We were trying to break through a major barrier in satellite transmission across the Atlantic Ocean. As we worked, strange things started to happen. Equipment would malfunction, and there would be eerie whispers on the phone. At first, we thought it was just our nerves getting the better of us, but as the night wore on, I began to feel a creeping sense of dread.

It started with small things - a broken test tube, a misplaced tool, a faint whisper in my ear when no one else was around. But then, things took a turn for the worse. Our satellite transmission equipment began to malfunction, and we realized that we had somehow connected it to an unknown frequency. As we watched in horror, our data began to transmit on its own, spreading across the globe with a dark, malevolent energy.

We tried to shut it down, but it was too late. The signal had already taken on a life of its own, and I could feel its presence coursing through my veins like a dark, cold liquid. I knew then that we were doomed, trapped in a world where the boundaries between reality and nightmare had been irreparably crossed.

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