As of this moment, the podcast is available on iTunes.
It's right there, on the shelf with thousands upon thousands of others, just waiting to be found. Or is it waiting to find?
It's waiting to find you.
You'll listen, with half an ear - you might chuckle, you might shake your head. And then the episode will end and you'll think you've escaped.
But then you'll find yourself humming a few bars as you fold your laundry.
Wondering for a spare moment about some odd joke fragment you didn't quite catch. You won't know why, but you'll tell someone about what you heard. You'll repeat a joke, you'll describe a moment, the virus is taking hold. Replicating in your dreams and overwriting any spare memory you've left unfiled.
There are only two episodes so far. There will be more. You think there's still time to turn away, but you're wrong. Deeply, sadly, wrong.
It's already done. The future is already happening a few pages on. You are the perfect vector for our plague. We adore you, we tap your shoulders with an ebony blade, and you rise - you RISE. Something more or less - something more and less. These pauldrons of darkened mahogany fit you perfectly, it was always meant to be.
You have become our psionic messiah. Please rate and review us on iTunes or wherever you podlisten.