In the eight months since Amy had passed away, Ricky had rarely found peace or solace in anything he did. He had thought that the routine of daily life would soon catch up to him and replace him broken, empty heart with feelings of worth, or at the very least, some comfort. But no matter how many times he went to work, ran five miles around chimney park, or watched his favorite tv shows, nothing felt like it did. Nothing felt right. Even the face of his two year old daughter brought more sadness then joy. Every time he looked at her, he thought about her mother, and how she should still be here right now, with both of them.

"We have something very important to talk about. Come home as soon as you can, please." That was the last message in his voicemail from her. He missed her call while away on a business, and when he called her back she had told him that it was something far too important to talk about over the phone. She had told him she would tell him everything, as soon as he made it home. But fate plays a cruel hand to us all, and unfortunately for Ricky, it was Amy's turn to pick up her cards. She was one of the 19 dead in the Mall fire in March.

People had told Ricky that if he thought of the fond memories of her, he might find some peace in the thoughts of them together. But his stupid brain always seemed to get in the way, and every time he sat down and tried to think of her, he would always ponder what it was that she had wanted to talk to him about.

He couldn't shake the question. What was it? It was a question driving him to the edge of insanity. Had she finally wanted to settle down and get married after three years of dating? Or was it something small, like talking about how to redecorate the kitchen. Maybe whatever it was, it was best that he never knew. He sometimes found peace in this thought.. But these brief moments were always replaced with the stress and panic of not really knowing what it was she wanted to tell him. The question began to consumer him, and Ricky knew what he had to do. Four years prior, NASA had created an expensive, over the top, radio signal transmitter. Its goal had been to try and pick up even the faintest of radio signals that might be floating about in space. Scientists had long hoped that maybe an alien race had sent out a radio signal trying to reach out the other species in the universe, and with this transmitter-receiver, they finally had technology capable of catching signals previously unfathomable.
When they first heard the signals, they were excited. After some thorough investigations, however, many realized that the signals were not from an alien species. Nor were they coming from anywhere in the universe at all. They were coming from right here on earth.

"I wonder what this plant tastes like?"
"I hope to God that I have done enough to save my kids."
"I knew I never should have volunteered for this expedition."

These were the first few messages the scientists decoded. And then, they decoded a few more. And then a dozen others. All seemed to be vague, and utterly confusing at first. After a while, names started coming fourth, and dates. Dr. John Van Dragic was the first to put it all together. He had been walking around the NASA facility having a few smokes when he discovered it. He was walking past a cemetery when he stopped to gaze at the beautiful stone structures and monument built for those that were buried there. And that was when he saw it. "John Abraham. Born 1654- died 1678." That was a name that had been haunting Dr. Dragic's dreams for over two weeks. It was a name, from one of the messages the scientists had decoded.

When Dr. Dragic first told his hypothesis to his fellow scientists, they all deemed it implausible. But more and more names started matching, and more and more dates as well. The messages they had been receiving, all of which matched, in one way or another, those that were buried in the cemetery two blocks away from the NASA facility. The messages they were decoding, appeared to be the last signals sent from the deceased that called the cemetery their permanent residence. No one knew how, but all agreed. Somehow, the human body was able to emit a signal, forever repeating; a message, the last thoughts that went through their minds before they passed. And the transmitter-receiver that NASA had spent billions on to discover Alien Radio signals, had instead picked up the thoughts of those who died. Although many had argued that this new scientific break though should be kept secret, many deemed it a public service. A chance to hear the last thoughts of loved ones passed. So they announced it to the world, and mass hysteria soon followed. People from every corner of the globe flocked to the NASA facility in Houston, hoping for a chance to communicate with their deceased loved ones. There was not enough time or resources available to acomadate everyone. So NASA set up a fee, if you can even call it that.
For a small one time payment of $150,000, you too could have your dead loved one dug up and flown to Houston, all for a slight chance that you may be able to hear their dying thoughts.

Of course Ricky could never afford the payment. Even if he sold his house and all of his belongings, Ricky lived a modest life, and his mere possessions were no where near worth what NASA was charging. There was only one way.

There was a public uproar over the ridiculous prices NASA was charging. Many started civil suits and even brought it to the supreme courts. "It is a human right to use this technology", they argued. But the courts also understood that there was no possible way for NASA to accommodate everyone that wanted to use the radio transmitter-receiver. So, under the behest of lead Scientist Dr. Dragic, the supreme courts, and the millions of angry citizens around the world, a contest was created.

The rules were simple: Each contestant must enter, with 1000 word max, their reasoning for communicating with the dead. A panel of some of the greatest minds at NASA were assembled, with the sole purpose of seeding through the entries, and picking the person most deserving of using the transmitter-receiver.
Ricky wrote, and ripped up, hundreds of drafts over the course of the next month. In some, he tried to be demanding. In others, he tried to reach the scientists on a personal level. But no matter how many sleepless nights he spent working on the perfect entry, nothing seemed good enough to him to enter into the contest. He had never been to good at writing or displaying his emotions through the written word.
In the end, Ricky decided to be completely honest. He wrote about how first met Amy; how he saw her sitting on a bench in a park and how she was the most beautiful person he had ever seen. He told them how he tried to work up the courage to try and go talk to her, but bailed out at the very last minute. He wrote about how he circled that park five more times, each time convinced he would work up the nerve to say hello, but each time being completely lost in her beauty and panicking away at the very last moment. He wrote about how, on the sixth walk around the park, it was Amy who waved him down, and told him to come say hello instead of just staring at her and walking away awkwardly.

He then wrote about the love story and life they created with each other over the next three years. How she made him happy to be alive, and how she gave him courage in the times he never thought he would find it. And finally, he wrote about the question that had plagued his mind the last eight months.

It was an easy decision for the Scientist. They had never seen such an honest story in the thousands upon thousands of entries they read. Ricky's was a love story that needed an ending. Dr. Dragic, being completely overwhelmed with the love shared between the two, took it upon himself to call Ricky and congratulate him on winning the contest. Amy and Ricky would immediately be flown to Houston, all expenses paid of course.
Ricky couldn't hold back the tears the entire flight to Houston. Some were tears of joy; of finally knowing what it was Amy wanted to tell him. Other moments, were tears of gratuity. He was humbled to be chosen in a contest that millions had entered. He knew that his question was important, and it was his destiny to find the answer he had been searching for, for over 230 days. When Ricky reached the facility, he was met with smiles, and hugs, and even a few teary eyes. Many of the NASA scientists had put their day plans on hold to come and see Ricky, and see his story have the conclusion they all felt it deserved. They set Ricky in a room and left in alone; as was his choice. They set on the table in front of him a speaker, attached to a massive device. "Whenever you are ready, press the red button in front of you. The next voice you hear will be that of Amy. What you are about to hear are the last few thoughts she had... before she passed away. Good luck Ricky. Everyone here at NASA hopes that you get the answer you have been hoping for." That was the last thing Dr. Dragic told Ricky before closing the door, and leaving Ricky in the room with the radio, the red button, and his destiny.

He took a few deep breathes. For a moment, he thought about walking away. Maybe he was never meant to hear this message. Maybe he would find more solace in thinking about it, and not actually knowing it. But he had come to far, and he knew what he had to do.

He closed his eyes and took one more deep breathe. He opened them again, and pressed the red button.
"I'll never get the chance to tell Andre how much I love him, or that the baby was his."

After a few moments of emotionlessly staring into the abyss of the radio sitting in front of him, Ricky could do nothing but laugh.



Comments

 
Wed, 04/02/2014 - 3:47pm
I'm_Bloo Says:

Fuckin' Amy man. everyone's got an Amy in their past.

 
 
Thu, 06/05/2014 - 12:30am
 
 
Wed, 04/02/2014 - 4:55pm

I miss my 'amy'
Thanks for being a great story teller

 
 
Sat, 08/09/2014 - 4:54am
cmorgn1243 Says:

Yoinkie! Will you please finish the synchronicity story? I must know how it ends. I've showed it to multiple friends. I find it a good story to reflect on whilst tripping on shrooms

 
 
Fri, 06/24/2016 - 10:10pm
TenaciousD Says:

I have to go back and read that whole thing again! Thanks for that reminder.

 
 
Fri, 06/24/2016 - 10:16pm
TenaciousD Says:

Thanks for another good read,Yoinkie! Amy should have kept that thought to herself. Glad he got a good laugh out of it.