“Hello, viewers. Y’know who it is. It’s your boy, DJ Wildfire. My voice spreads for the rest like fire spreads in a fo'rest,” DJ Wildfire played a little sound effect after his tagline.
“I’m here to bring you the latest news, updates, and other shiz niz. But before I begin, I want to address something. Forgive me, but I am gonna get real sentimental right now. I was walking the other day and I realized something outrageous. I never took the time to fully appreciate what I got.” DJ Wildfire stopped talking on the mic and sucked air through his teeth.
“Okay so I was walking the other day and I just became amazed at how far we came as a human race. Like people say we were apes back then. It’s just weird how we have grown as a society. We have advanced technologies that I would never have imagined in my life, man. Even as a kid, I went crazy when I saw the Nintendo 64. Those graphics blew my mind. Now, look at where we are.” DJ Wildfire began snapping his fingers trying to piece together his thoughts.
“We in the year 2056. We got monorails zipping throughout the skyline. We got actual hoverboards that hover in the air. And I ain’t talking about that shit in 2015. That was a self-balanced scooter. Ain’t nothing hovering with that.” DJ WIldfire paused his rant and sighed. “Okay, I’m getting off topic. The point is what I am trying to make is we are in a sci-fi age. Never would I have thought a robot would make me dinner and do my dishes. That is some Jetsons shit.”
DJ Wildfire’s breath could be heard on the mic as he paused for a few seconds. “I guess it’s a huge milestone for us. Flying cars, robot butlers, and self-check out stores, I was really happy.” A sudden record scratch was heard and the background music was cut. “But ya’ll idiots fucked it up.” Another man sitting idly in the booth abruptly laughed. He began coughing in the studio from heavy laughter. “Hold on, ya’ll. That’s my secret guest I brought in with me today. Be right back in five. He's dying- Shh, man. It wasn't that funny.” Smooth jazz continued to play throughout the station.
"Okay, ya'll. We're back, sorry for the mishap. Like I said earlier, I brought a special guest to the mic; however, my boy wants to remain anonymous. So we just gonna randomly name him Steve. You're up, Steve." The microphone picked up the sound of DJ Wildfire snapping his fingers.
"Uh, umm, Mr. Wildfire, sir? My name is actually Steve. I-I told you this earlier."
"Man, shut yo ass up, Steve. Continue your story." DJ Wildfire retorted. The anonymous person was going to speak up again until the MC interrupted him. "And it's DJ Wildfire. You got to say the whole thing."
"Umm, yes, DJ Wildfire." Heavy breathing could be heard on the microphone. Steve was finding his words to speak. "Well, this is the first time I'm doing this. I am kind of nervous. I never told anyone about this. It must have been fifteen years ago. The guest speaker kept pausing for brief seconds.
"I was there during the Week of Hell. As most of you know, that was the moment when everything we loved—everything we cherished died. I witnessed a lot of death and other revolting things. I still see it today sometimes. I am here to admit that I was there when it happened; I was there at the source. I was a lab assistant." DJ Wildfire can be heard rustling in his seat. Hearing the news again caught him off guard.
"Damn, Steve, you're part of the reason for all this reason? You took my hoverboard away?" DJ Wildfire spat.
"What? God, no! I would never-Stop using my first name. I was just an assistant. I wouldn't even go as far to call myself that either. I just fetched the coffee and filed the papers," Steve muttered a few curse words under his breath; he was unaware that the microphone picked up his slurs. "I knew what they were doing. I signed a confidentiality report and everything. I've held the information to all myself all these years. I have been carrying the guilt on my shoulders this whole time."
Steve's voice started to get panicky. His stuttering became worse. "I-I knew about it and I-I didn't do anything. I didn't do anything! Y-you don't know the pain; I-I had to take the job. I-I couldn't just quit. I was short on money..." Steve tapped his fingers on the booth. He was trying to calm his nerves.
"I didn't do anything to cause the end of the world, but I didn't do anything to stop it. Although, I can share some information. I can forever rest everyone's mind and tell you how and why it all began. DJ Wildfire, do you still have that a recording of that broadcast? I believe you did a mockery review on it in one of your sessions."
"You talking about the crazy nutjob? You seriously asking me to play that again?"
"He might not seem the most credible person on the planet, but I believe he had the clearest idea on the reasoning for all of this. It makes the most sense out of everything. I'm not sure how he knows, but there was one thing he was right about to which is why I believe everything out of that tape. He knew of the experiments on criminals who were assigned on death row.
"Alright, guys. Prepare to listen to this tape again. Apparently, there is more truth to it than we thought. This is the end of my broadcast for today. Stay safe and check back. Thanks for coming in, Steve."
"Thanks for having me, Mister DJ Cauliflower."
"I know yo ass did not just call me Cauliflower."
