Day 121 since nuclear fallout. Diary entry number 72. Time 4:22 PM. Temperature 76 degrees Fahrenheit.

Today, I finished building my radio. I hooked up the microphone to see if it worked, and to my amazement, it did. I needed to tell the empty world I was here. I am no one. But I could be a voice. To someone. I broadcasted the following message to whichever station I was on.

" I don’t know who is listening. But I know I am speaking. It could be a downed station for all I know. But I need to know. Is anyone out there? If you can hear me. Please respond. I need to communicate."

No answer.

“Bo be bob be bo. The farmer had a little lamb”

Wow. Being alone sure is boring.