#universe city podcast

[universe-friday]

EXCERPT #28:

Hello. I hope somebody is listening.

[...]

I haven’t seen her since I last spoke to you, old sport. It’s been harder to wander the streets of the City these days. It’s been harder to get up and get the day started. Thalia and I were so close… We went from spending all our time with each other, to not speaking for days at a time.

What possible reason could she have…? For someone who cares the same way, she certainly doesn’t enjoy showing it.

It is so hard to read her mind. She doesn’t give me much to base any guesses on… If only she would talk to me. Have a conversation with me. One that doesn’t lead to her deflecting, or running away.

Every time I think we’re so close, but then the tide just goes back in again. And when that wave comes crashing back into shore, are we ever able to ebb and flow the way we once did?

Or am I back to drowning, waves crashing into my lungs I am no longer able to scream…? Did she ever hear me? Can she hear me?

I suppose I never recalled walking to the beach in the first place, old sport. But I found comfort in the waves. I found myself in the waves.

[A small and distant knock is heard in the background. Equipment rattles. Radio stutters in astonishment.]

Hello…?

THALIA: Can I come in…?

[Beat.]

THALIA:  Please, Radio. Can we talk?

RADIO: …Okay. Come in.

[Door squeaks open, footsteps approach.]

RADIO: Hold on. Let me just mute this call quickly.

[A button is pressed, but sound continues to play. A chair squeaks and footsteps get further away. A conversation begins from afar, distant and quiet.]

THALIA: Radio, I… I am so sorry.

RADIO: I know. You say this every time… Do you want to get to a point?

THALIA: I want to be with you. But… I can’t.

RADIO: What do you mean, Thalia? What do you mean, ‘you can’t’?

THALIA: I mean that I can’t. I care for you… So much. I have never met anyone else like you. But, I just can’t be with you.

RADIO: I don’t understand… That makes zero sense, Thalia.

THALIA: I know. And I’m sorry. I can’t… I can’t explain it very well. I just- I have other commitments-

RADIO: Other commitments?

THALIA: In the City. And I-

RADIO: What can even be meant by ‘other commitments’? There’s someone else?

THALIA: No, Radio. There’s no one else. I just… I can’t be with you.

RADIO: We’re in the City… What possible- What do you mean… I… How could you have other commitments? You don’t have time? How is it possible to have that problem here, Thalia? I run out of things to keep myself occupied, stuck here. And with you gone, even fewer things. And I just have to be stuck here while you go and do other stuff? Leave me, even though I love you?

[Silence. A quiet, but suppressed sob is heard as it breaks past Radio’s boundaries.]

THALIA: It’ll pass…

RADIO: But what if-

THALIA: I love you too. And it’ll pass.

[A much louder sob is heard. It comes from both Radio and Thalia, this time.]

RADIO: [Quietly, through tears] Will I ever see you again…?

[Beat.]

THALIA: I think… that wouldn’t be good for either of us.

[The conversation fades into radio static. After a while, this fades to silence. Until a melody softly begins to play.]

♪ There’s nothing left for us anymore Why aren’t you listening? Why aren’t you listening to me? There’s nothing left. ♪

[friday-answers]

they are gonna hate me for this but...

OSEMANVERSE MOOTS ‼️‼️ may i have your attention!!!!????

my lovely friend is a film student who created their final project inspired by radio silence, creating a film version of a universe city excerpt (well, multiple excerpts cut up into one) with some of their own words.

i think it is AMAZING with this awesome fucking TWIST at the end which is just so so cool

if you would be kind enough to check it out, it's here! on youtube ^_^

thank you :,] hope you enjoy it as much as i do

[plutoisnotaplanet42]

People, who have RADIO SILENCE as their favourite book, have exactly 5 moods:

Wishing the Universe City Podcast was real.

Craving academic validation while, at the same time, procrastinating completely.

Listening to the few snippets we have from Universe City on repeat.

Wishing the Universe City Podcast was real, again.

Beeing sad about never getting to have what Aled and Frances have.

[darkacademiaarchivist]

where are all my fellow victims of the radio-silence-to-obsessed-with-gay-fiction-podcasts-pipeline at?

[mentally-disabled]

i love how in radio silence, theres so many little things you can miss, like just random little details it gives you without context or an explanation for and i love that because it gives more freedom for theories or headcannons that wont ever be confirmed and it gives more room for creativity and its just so great like oml, in most books it gives explanations to (mostly) everything major by the end, so theres usually not much more to make of it, even if it is a really good book.

[silentradi0]

the world right now if the universe city podcast was real:

[youcancallmeradio]

Unmute to listen to “Dark Blue” A Radio Silence Remix that I made on my tape recorder

[universecity-tolouser]

Universe City: EP. 1 - Dark Blue

In distress. Stuck in Universe City. Send help.

>> scroll down for transcript

Hello.

I hope somebody is listening..

I'm sending out this call via radio signal - long outdated, I know, but one of the few methods of communication the City has forgotten to monitor - in a dark and desperate cry for help.

Things in Universe City are not what they seem.

I cannot tell you who I am. Please call me ... Please just call me Radio. Radio Silence. I am, after all, only a voice on a radio, and there may not be anyone listening.

I wonder - if nobody is listening to my voice, am I making any sound at all?

[...]

[heartstopper26]

How cool would it be if "universe city" really exists

[anxiety-lemsbian]

i was always behind her, waiting for the window to drop.

the latin name for fox is vulpes vulpes. you always thought that sounded nice.

[astridcookie]

GAYS UNIVERSE CITY REAL

:0000000

[universe-friday]

EXCERPT #1:

Hello. I hope somebody is listening.

I’ve had a tough week. Not like I compare the days anymore, as I did when I first found myself in the City; writing, describing, counting all the horrors I saw each day, how this one cyborg was particularly resilient… These interactions have become monotonous for me now.

Something that is forever changing around here, however… The air. Besides its dreadful quality from day one, the metallic dust clusters more and more everyday, making particular spots worse than others. You never realise you may be walking through a bad spot until you suddenly start coughing, almost wishing you had listened to your parents and brought that old inhaler with you. I truly think my asthma might be coming back. The only guidance for your guaranteed escape is the blinding, bright lights of the City’s street lamps and advertisements…

I keep wishing that one of these days, I’ll follow a light and it will lead me to you, February. You truly do shine brighter than the others.

[...]

But, February, I’m scared I’m losing sight of you. The lights, the air… I see one less star in the night sky as each day passes. I almost hope its pollution worsening my view, because if not, the exploded stars must have finally finished travelling to earth, and I’m caught up to the present.

I don’t like it.

I’ve decided I will forever live in the past, where you are February, and maybe, one day, we will see each other again. If I remain in the present, who knows what will come of the sky. I witness its losses of its sparkle the longer I am here.

How do I know, February, that you are still with me? How do I know you haven’t left? It would be nice to hear from you. When we last saw each other, you shone so bright. Would you burn as bright in the sky in Universe City? You never did like the City either. I only wish to get out just as you did.

Perhaps I was right. Perhaps you already have exploded. I would’ve expected you to shine forever. Or perhaps the City has destroyed our contact too. My contact. It was almost parasocial. Voyeuristic. Though I do wonder if you were ever looking for me too.

Is it too ambitious? To hope you still see me? To hope you still care? To hope you never left me in the first place? Perhaps I am too ambitious, perhaps I shouldn’t get ahead of myself. But I could only wish to fly too close to the sun.

Because maybe I’d get a glimpse of you, February, in my final seconds.

[…]

[friday-answers]

february finally answers, but how can you be sure it's not just an echo? the voice responds, copying and mocking your own words and pleads. if you're shouting back, february, you have to be louder than that.

the definition of love is so old-fashioned. in every language, i'll shout from the mountain tops how much i am in love with you, truly. if only people would know what i really meant by it. if only you really knew what i meant by it.

if you're shouting back, february, don't let it be dismissive. i am being clearer than i ever have been. you have to understand that i'm serious. i need you to understand.

[plutoisnotaplanet42]

Does anyone else want to „abolish the school system and all go and live in the woods and learn to start fires? Buy food by trading chickens and grow our own vegetables? End capitalism?“ ?

[asters-random-sideblog]

i wonder.....

if nobody is listening to my voice, am i making any sound at all?

[mentally-disabled]

another radio silence theory (still spoilers)

when Aled's mum cut his hair (forcefully), basically right after that scene was a Universe City excerpt. episode 132, and at the top read "Cyborg attack (again)". maybe said cyborg is referring to Aled's mum, and the whole excerpt is a big metaphor for what had happened with his mum and her always treating him like shit. it also said "(again)" so obviously this wouldnt be the first time his mum had done something like that or just treated him like shit in general and trying to control his life.

i fucking hate his mum🙂