NO! Do not!No sound. No words. Feeling. Feeling and light and a growing sense of presence, some other entity, being, intelligence. He is the only huma... alive for a thousand miles on this frozen, storm-wracked coast, yet ... he was not alone?No ... what ... not what? he threw out with his mind, rallying his will to focus, to ask whatever was touching his mind.The answer came in a wordless response. This flash of light was softer, less 'blinding' in his mind. It felt gentler, less. She was wiping her eyes with a kleenex and my Dad had an arm around her shoulder.“Thanks for listening Dad,” she sobbed. “If it wasn't for you to talk to I don't know what I'd do.”“It's o.k,” Dad replied. “Anytime you feel like it let me know.”“Thanks,” replied Rita “I just don't know what I'm going to do about Tom and I.”“It will all work out for the best, you take my word for it,” Dad said, leaning over and kissing her temple.I backed out and left and got into my car. Interesting, I thought. It was actually possible to use about 2000 times as much wavelength, but the "Pioneers" of TV, who had the rights to use them, "Proved" that these were the only frequencies that would work. Anyway, one of the companies would put something on TV and one or two out of the millions of people in the country would complain to the government. The government would then take money from the company, whether what was done bothered anyone else or not. Since this TV had many choices of programming on what. Whatever! I logged in, under the nick PrincessAmy. Once I was in the room I was pretty shocked by the language. They spoke about girls’ pussy and boys’ penises and I was very new to this. Coming from a very conservative catholic family I was sheltered from anything obscene. I was as innocent as innocence could ever be. Three minutes from when I logged in plenty of windows start popping with questions about my age, or my location, which I ignored because I wasn't so sure if that was the right.