“2024,” the voice whispered. “Dat is… later dan verwacht. Zijn de lichten nog aan?”
Another pause. The voice grew urgent, almost fatherly. Davilon Autoradio Handleiding
He turned the tuner. The static warped into a rhythmic pulse, like a heartbeat through a shortwave radio. Then, a voice. Not a DJ’s voice. It was thin, reedy, and spoke Dutch with an accent that sounded a hundred years old. “2024,” the voice whispered