Sonny scoured the talking centers spreading his revelation about this place he was from yet had never been to. Listeners would knod their heads. They believed Sonny; of course they did. Why else would they have been going to the talking centers all these years. Still, they didn't really understand him. After all these year of waiting, Skylar Rippon's dream of connecting with outsiders had become more of a tradition than a real goal. It was a sort of religion. They didn't know for a fact that these people Sonny spoke of existed, but they still believed it. They wanted to believe. It was like a vision of heaven, with each of their minds blurring the line between fantasy and reality differently. For them, dreaming was enough. But that wasn't enough for Sonny. He wanted them to see what he saw. He spent much time with the reciever he got from the old man. If he could get it to work like the one back home he could show them that the messages were being sent from his homeland. They would see that they did have contact. Then their dreams would turn to actions.
Go would watch his friend frantically adjust knobs and connect wires in a flurry of frustration. Even though people believed in the imaginary, they thought chasing it was futile. But Go knew Sonny wasn't chasing the imaginary, he was chasing something only he could see. When his friend would talk about his discovery and what he was looking for, Go would just knod his head . Go knew that he didn't really understand what Sonny was saying, otherwise Sonny wouldn't have had to keep saying it over and over again.
Sonny ran out of ideas of what could be wrong with the radio so that it wouldn't produce transmissions from his homeland. He also wondered why he couldn't produce the transmissions coming from this city and wondered about where the "sound of music", that one he had heard his whole life, was coming from. This made him wonder why he had never been able to pick up the transmissions from this city on the radio machine he had back home. 'Maybe the transmitters are broken here' he thought. He told Go
"I don't know why we can't hear the messages from the homeland, But I'm pretty sure that the transmitters we have here our sending out something that the radios can't hear".
"Ah, Don't worry about that, go to bed, you know 'The stars must shine before the sun can rise' (or 'Sac For Wo jex Sey co rit' as spoken in Go's language)" Go said.
"What?!?" Sonny said..
"Yeah, it's just a saying. My dad used to like it. He said he got it from an old announcer at the talking centers" Go said.
Son was not confused on what it meant, he was shocked . These were words he had heard many times in his life. This is what they would say in honor of his grandfather. He never knew what it meant then. That was before he knew that this city or it's language even existed. Sonny took Go's advice and went to bed. He didn't sleep though. He couldn't get Go's words out of his head. These were the words that his grandfather taught to Sonny's father. That must mean that his grandfather had been listening to transmissions from this city. This cities language is the one he had learned and tried to teach to his son. The channel that the tribe listened to had been the same one that his grandfather had listened to, but what the tribe heard didn't sound like this cities language. The transmission must have somehow changed. He remembered his father telling him "the sounds have changed". His grandfather had been studying this cities language all along, and then the transmissions had become altered some how. That's why sonny couldn't find the transmission coming from this city, because he already had. That "broken" sound of music he heard was coming from here. Why? What was happening to the transmission. He didn't know, but what confused him more than anything was that the people in charge of transmitting hadn't figured out that it wasn't the radio that was broke, but the transmitter. He rolled this one over and over in his head until he woke up the next morning.
