Caller Thirty Two_S**

Bethany had been awake for more hours than she cared to admit and she looked
like she had as well.

“Don’t hit that dial folks, A Scanner Darkly could be coming up soon;
and you know what that means:  caller twenty three gets free Bruda’Doug tickets! Just keep listening to WCOH to win!” said the radio DJ.

She sighed for the umpteenth time.

“Soon.” she repeated groggilly as she poured herself some more coffee. She took a big gulp.
Nevermind the cream and sugar, she had given that up hours ago. Now it was strictly business. She intended to win those damn tickets even if she had to stay up forever.

Infact her stomach was beginning to swell despite the frequent bathroom breaks she was having to take.

‘If I don’t win soon, I’ll have to switch to caffeine pills.’ she thought and
then shivered. There was nothing in the world more disgusting than taking pills
to Bethany Miller.

After a commercial saying that Prozac was the way to go, WCOH played a classic from the 1970’s-before she was born. That was what she liked about this station, they played ‘movie clips’ instead of songs.
She didn’t know what movie this was from, but she sure as hell had seen the movie  ‘A Scanner Darkly’ a thousand and one times if she had seen it once, and was waiting for the clip to come to win those free tickets!

“Good morning. In less than an hour, aircraft from here will join others from around the world. And you will be launching the largest aerial battle in this history of mankind,”
the  familiar voice on the radio said…was that Bill Pullman?

“Mankind,” he continued, “that word should have new meaning for all of us today.
We can’t be consumed by our petty differences anymore.We will be united in our common interests.
Perhaps its fate that today is the 4th of July, and you will once again be fighting for our freedom, not from tyranny, oppression, or persecution — but from annihilation. We’re fighting for our right to live, to exist. And should we win the day, the 4th of July will no longer be known as an American holiday, but as the day when the world declared in one voice:
“We will not go quietly into the night! We will not vanish without a fight!
We’re going to live on! We’re going to survive!” Today, we celebrate our Independence Day!”

‘That was kind of motivational.” Beth said outloud, beginging to chirp up a little from the coffee or the movie clip, she was not sure which.

Next was a ten second or so clip of classical music. They did that so that
you knew that it was a different movie you were about to listen to.

‘A lot less confusing that way.” she thought.

“Do I really look like a guy with a plan? You know what I am? I’m a dog chasing cars. I wouldn’t know what to do with one if I caught it! You know, I just… *do* things.”

Bethany smiled at that one.

“The Dark Knight. Heath Ledger as the Joker? Oooh baby!” she thought.

Now she was starting to get anxious. It had been almost twenty four hours since she’d had any sleep at all.

Beethoven’s ‘Fur Elise’ played softly and her eyes began to close.

Then came the commercials and she fell asleep. Then the radio said:

“What does a scanner see? Into the head? Down into the heart?
Does it see into me? Into us? Clearly or darkly? I hope it
sees clearly because I can’t any longer see into myself. I
see only murk. I hope for everyone’s sake the scanners do better,
because if the scanner sees only darkly the way I do, then I’m cursed
and cursed again…and we’ll only wind up dead this way. Knowing very little, and getting
that little fragment wrong too.”

Bethany was fast asleep in ‘la-la’ land when the radio announcer said:

“Yes, caller thirty two?!”

“That was Keanu Reeves in A Scanner Darkly!” a young girl’s voice squeeled.

“Yes it was, and you just earned yourself two tickets to see Bruda’Doug live this Saturday at the Vivent Center Arena!”

Bethany woke up just as the DJ said the words: Bruda Doug.

“Shit” she said.

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