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This is Steve Covino from Covino and Rich. Quick trivia fellas, every guy listening is contestant. Answer honestly to yourself. You got a belly in a little chest, gasped by the afternoon, no drive left in the tank, you lack that confidence and mental edge. Those are classic signs that your testosterone's been sliding. And nothing drags it down faster than extra weight. So why not take matters into your own hands? Shrip off the weight that tanks your testosterone with Fyoma, GLP1 booster. Every serving is packed with science-packed ingredients that crank up your natural GLP1 production. Visit bioma.health slash GLP1 and use code TR Show for 15% off your first order. With the Amix Gold Card, earning rewards on dinner is just the beginning. Earn four chance points at restaurants and make your outings even greater by accessing over $500 in annual value on select dining and travel purchases. Living in the moment is more rewarding with the Gold Card.
Apply today and learn more at americanexpress.com slash explore dash gold. Terms and points cap apply. Quiet please. Quiet please. The American Broadcasting Company presents Quiet Please. This is written and directed by Wallace Cooper. And which features Ernest Chappell. Quiet please for today is called Northern Light. This is a story about the temporal displacement of mass.
It is also a story about teleportation. Do you know what those terms mean? I didn't think you did but you stay right where you are. I'm my charming friend and you're quite likely to find out. You just stay right there and listen to us. But everything you want to know. And maybe, maybe a couple of things you're not terribly anxious to know. Have you seen the Northern Lights? Or are a borealis is the right name? You don't see them very often below the 50th parallel of latitude in this country but up in northern Minnesota and Canada. Upper New York places like that. It's a quite common of the winter nights. If you've seen them you know what they look like if they haven't and you're used to trying to describe them. Sometimes they fill a whole northern sky with waves of color like a fire burning wave beyond the horizon. Sometimes they're just long streamers of fire filling up the whole sky. And another time they look like gigantic, strange curtains of pure light. Swain is if some cold cosmic breeze floodgap. Waves fall off better than art.
And you can hear them too sometimes. Well maybe not exactly here. But there's a sound, a humming. And you can hear them too sometimes. Well maybe not exactly here. But there's a sound, a humming that crackling somewhere inside your head. And there are times when you'd swear it's a voice talking for you. Talking in some kind of strange language you can almost understand. Feeling your whole being with a kind of desperate, inescapable terror. You know what I mean? At night, in the cold night, voices talking and saying things to you that you can almost understand. Feeling the night sky with signs and fortunes of the inescapable terror. And nobody, nobody in the whole world knows what they are. Nobody in this world at least. Except me.
And after I get done talking to you, you will know too. And you won't be happy. Let me show you something now. This is from a recording I made on, let's see, December 13, 1948, a little more than a month and a half ago. I started the recorder while Norman and I were just about finished with our work that afternoon here in the laboratory. I just set the microphone on top of the file cabinet there, turned on a machine. Listen, I'm going to play it back for you. The quality isn't so very good, but you can recognize my voice and the normen's I think. Here. I got the code 3-1 now, I guess. That's the test, then? I got excited when I said I just got to read one. Oh, 3-1. It's almost 6 o'clock. Yeah. My start that I didn't realize the time. 3-1. I remember being just played a night just for. How do I know?
Been in this play the last three nights. Well, that was a dinner last night, wasn't it? Yeah, the machine wasn't ready. I can do better than I can. Oh, it's better. Oh, it's stuck my finger. Why'd you put the compass on for yourself? All right, I'm about the same. What? I got it. What do you know? Chasing the coil? Oh, it looks okay. I wait a minute. Yeah, it's okay. I'm hooking up. What do you like to send? You try my cigarette light. It won't work anyway. I won't visit if we don't get it back. I don't know how to fill a work with another electron shining. Maybe they all shine it. They're all through a lot. Let's see. What's the matter? Hey, look. Oh, there you are.
Oh, well, that's fine. The whole sky. Look, blue, yellow. I never saw those long fingers. You know what I'm saying? I'll say, you turn on the recorder. Yeah. Yeah, I'm saying over. Now is the time for all good men to come to the aid of their party. You're about ready now? Funny about the Aurora. Northern Lights? Listen to this. You can almost hear the darn things. Not here, I mean. It's kind of like somebody talking to you in a language you can almost understand. I don't know. I mean, you ever know what I said? Sure. High frequencies, I guess. Something. I don't know if we don't understand. Oh, God. You go there to record and talk in the mic. Talk well. Let me just describe what happens for the record. I know a lot of people. Just say what you see so we'll have an accurate record.
Okay. Now? Go ahead. This is an experiment in the temporal displacement of a solid object. In other words, the first actual demonstration of a time machine. This is work. You work all right. Paul is now placing his old piece up, thinking that later on the stage of the Heifers, he's now sitting in the micro-conometer to determine how far into the future he's going to send the letter. Well, how far, Paul? Ten seconds. Ten seconds. If the end of that time, if our calculations are correct and we hope they are, we figure that letter will reappear. In that period of time, it will have been into the future. We could send it farther into the future if we wanted to, I guess, but we just have to wait that much longer. For time to catch up with it and make it reappear. But ten seconds, well, I mean, we can prove our point by saying it's ten seconds into the future,
just as well as ten years ahead, and this way we don't have to wait so long. Hey, I'm a dog, Bob. I go into your commercial. When Paul presses the little button, the figure that's lighter returns to nothing. That's not right. It'll be here, but it'll be sent to the next time. No, listen closely, please. Well, now, it's going to happen. Mr. Paul Nagellicus, a famous mad scientist. It's about to press the big old button and send his letter into the future. Ready, Paul? Here we go. Yeah, boy. Look, you're by golly at this time. It just has appeared. Bang, like that. Hold your watch up close to my fault. It's over, sorry. The little stage on which Paul plays to the empty. And it's over. I'll clear it down in just a second, but we did good work. Three, two, one. This back. It's back, Bob. It was.
We had it all in the answer, and it's all right. Hold. Now, Bob, on the right, it's cold, Bob. Oh, here it is. Take it, Bob. It's freezing cold. What do you know? What is it? It's been on that kind of thing. No, wait, friends. That's not the payoff yet. Listen. Where did that come from? What? They're on the stage, where the light is white. Where that comes from? In the middle of winter. What is it? Okay, it's a caterpillar, Bob. A brown and black caterpillar. Where do you suppose it came from? It wasn't there, Bob. I'll tell you where it came from, Bob. What? It came from the same place where the cigarette lighter went. What do you talk about? What do you talk about? What do you mean what's about it?
See what's first? See? If this gold is ice too. A caterpillar. A little brown and black caterpillar. A caterpillar, a candy-core, woolly bears. You know, lava, a batiga moth. The icy is above it. And the dead of winter, and as cold as ice. Where did it come from? Huh? You want to know. Incidentally, the old timers say that the woolly bear caterpillar is a weather prop, and if the brown bands on his fur are narrow, there's a severe winter ahead. If they're wide it's going to be a mild winter. And maybe. This one, you can hardly see the brown man's tough weather ahead, that's what the old time isn't say. But where'd she come from? She wasn't there when we put the cigarette lever on a stage. And when time caught up again, there she was. She? Sure, Isabella. I see a Isabella. Oh, I thought you remember? Well, she was wiggling happily when she arrived from somewhere in the future.
But she warmed up, she seemed to go into a trance almost a death-like chance. So Norman said, put her in a deep freeze, maybe she'll come to again in the cold. So we put her in a deep freeze. And in half an hour, when we looked in at her, she was wiggling happily. That ten degrees below zero, Fred. I mean, you tie that? My goodness, she should have been frozen solid. Well, nothing special happened for a couple of days. Not sure remember, was a month and a half ago, December 13, 1948? Where were you on the night of December 18th? I started the night a week before Christmas. I'd been Christmas shopping in the afternoon. I remember I came back to the laboratory to check up on some stuff. Norman was there, fiddling with things. I know, my son. How's Isabella? You know something funny, Paul? What's the matter with you? Me?
Looks okay. You see, did you some disagreed with you? Paul is a Bella singing. Singing what? Isabella singing? Your daughter. She's singing, the caterpillar singing. Not tap dancing, I hope. I'm not kidding you. Oh, I got it out. Open the deep freeze and listen. New Bill is the C2H50H. I haven't had a drink in 39. Well, well, what? Open the deep freeze and listen. No kidding? No kidding. Well, we don't know where she came from. I won't be surprised at anything. That's low, Isabella. Don't do that. The matter of friendship has to be back. Well, I don't know what. There's always a Bella. Hey, here you're singing. I told you. I don't hear anything. I listen to all of it. I haven't lost my buttons. I've been hearing it all afternoon. I couldn't figure out what was doing it. And then I noticed it was louder alongside the deep freeze here. So I opened it up, stuck my head inside,
and it was coming from her. What is sound like, Yom? Well, I don't know. I mean, it's kind of like, hey, ee-i. Hey, ee-i? Didn't she say, hey, ee-i, you and sometimes W and Y? Well, don't rid me. I tell you, I heard it. I think you better take a Christmas vacation. I'm not mad. No kid, I know. But listen, we've been playing around with some pretty deep cosmic secrets. You and me, we've managed temporal displacement, which nobody in the world has ever done, see. Maybe we both need a rest. You know what I think, Paul? What? I think we've managed teleportation, too. And we don't know it. teleportation? You mean like Charles Ford talks about it? I mean, transporting tangible objects from one place to another without any mechanical means. Electronics? I don't know, Paul. All I know is that that cigarette lighter was someplace where it was awful cold. And it wasn't cold here in this room. Well, and where did that caterpillar come from?
I don't know. It came from wherever that cigarette lighter went, Paul. I don't know. I don't know, somewhere. And you know what? I'm going to find out where it came from. You are. And how, may I ask you? I'm going to modify this gadget of ours, this hypercupambulator, so it'll carry a man. And then, my dear boss, I'm going to sit down in it and have you send me out there somewhere in time and space and come back and tell you all about it. That's all for the night, bud. Come on, I'll take you out and buy your drink. I'm not fooling Paul. OK, OK. You're not fooling on. Get your hat and coat and come on. I prescribed hot buttered rum. Well, turn off the lights. We are listening to me for a minute. Turn off the lights. I want hot buttered rum. OK, OK. Guys, look out of that window. That northern light. Oh, that really bright night. Sure are. Look out the pop. Up, down. Up, down. No, I'm. Up, up.
Look at the deep freeze there in the dark. What about? You see it? Light fall. Light gets it. I see it, no, I'm. It's rising step with the northern lights. And the same color. Red. Red. Blue. Blue. Up. This is Steve Covino from Covino and Rich. All right, quick round of trivia before we get back into the show. But we're doing it differently this time. Every guy listening right now, you're a contestant. No buzzers, no calling in. Just answer honestly to yourself. Here we go. You got a belly and a little chest that won't go away no matter what you try. Gasped by the middle of the afternoon, no drive left in the tank. And lastly, you lack that confidence in mental edge. Fellas, here's the thing. Those are classic signs of your testosterone from sliding. And nothing drags it down faster than extra weight. The good news? Emerging research suggests that getting rid of it may actually be more effective than TRT. So why not take matters into your own hands?
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Now what do you call it? I do flattens. We never did get that hot-blooded rum. We stayed there in the laboratory for a long time listening to the voice of a famous box and firstly repeating a EIOU with a bowld sound of our speech. Watching the light that puffed up in the deep freeze and perfect rhythm was flickering as an other light through watching it. And we thought long, long plots that I remember. And we took clearly not. I do know we both of us thought of ways to perfect our little mechanism our high machine. How machine the thrust back a little cold brown and black caterpillar from somewhere.
And when it was morning and the lights had faded from the northern skies, we found that our machine was very different. The stage where we found the caterpillar was larger now. I had only a vague recollection of what had happened in the night. I said to Norm, Norm and I said, what do we do that's not? I don't know for sure if we rebuild that thing. Make it larger? I don't know. I mean I think I dreamed I was working on it. I think I hit my finger what I have. I see. It comes all bruised. It certainly looks it. Nobody's been gotten in here the door's locked. The machine's certainly different. There's coil I take. Look, we wound it. Why do they? They're headhards.
They're very cool. I don't get it. I know neither. I wish I could. This is Norm. Maybe we did change it. But how could we have done all that by ourselves? I got an idea. Why? I maybe Isabella helped us. The caterpillar? Oh, that's a shall we? Open the deep freeze. Well, I opened it. It was empty. There wasn't any brown and black caterpillar in the deep freeze. It took a flashlight and looked over every inch of it. It stood there and looked at each other. The whole men, the whole men said, well, I just shook my head and we were over and sat down. All of a sudden they said, I found an arm. And there she was. There was little Isabella. The caterpillar crumpled up, stoned, and the floor of the lab had come.
And you know, caterpillar is a little tiny part of us. And one of Isabella's claws was the end of a lonely piece of wire. It ran up to the generator's point. How did she get out? I said the thing couldn't be over from the inside as it was passing down tight and I took the lid off just now. But she did get out. Maybe she did have a snob, I said. Well, you just sat there and stared at me. And I got up and stood on my overcome. Where are you going? Where are you going, Paul? I said I'm going to find out something about it. Where I'm going, it's cold, I said. I know that and I'm going to find out what's been going on and where that caterpillar came from. Come on, go out to that page. I stepped in the stage and she was taking me away somewhere, tied to the space. I said, no, I'm turning it on. I mean, he reached open, touched the switch.
He didn't say a word. And I braced myself and not a day. Go ahead, I said. I mean, pressed the switch. Nothing happened at all. Nothing. Why? I know, Paul, I know. It's daylight. I know I have any more than light. Well, it was just as well. So I had a chance to think about it a little and I realized that Justin Overcoat wouldn't do me any good where I might be going. And so when it was dark night again and northern lights were flickering and dancing in the sky, I put on a high altitude avianist tooth that had its own source of heat supply. Mom and took his head as I got back on the stage, and I did call him to press the switch.
Cold. You've never been cold, man. Dark. You wouldn't know how dark it can be. When I was standing on the fence, I lay in the stretch so far, and so far into the distance, the plane of snow and eternal ice. A dead, cold, white world with the blackest sky above me. And the northern lights reached from horizon to horizon, even through the high altitude, I could feel a fighting cold. And I was afraid to shift the object of the afraid. The streamers of the northern lights reached down, caught me in the rap without me. I heard a sound of voices screaming in my mind, like I could understand them. I wish privately I'd never played around with cosmic forces. I yelled inside to heavy homer, I yelled, Norman, Norman, bring me back. And there was nobody here. No, I don't know what I was.
I was in another planet, maybe even our cold. Maybe the lights were all around me, maybe that's what it was. And these are the most terrible off-hills, cold, lonely places you could imagine in a hundred years. The lights were flickering, the living lights crawled over me and beat it, and the eye could almost understand what they were saying. So then the crash, the sudden blackness, I was standing again on the laboratory, and left only a few short seconds ago, and Norman was carrying at the fastens in my student beating up me with both hands. I wondered what the world he was doing, and so I got the helmet off. He was rushing catapult, just off me, thousands of cold, freezing cold, brown and black, you develop catapulters. And we got it from a week ago, I don't know how long. Wherever it was, I'd been, I'd barely frozen to that in no short seconds. And at last I was able to come back to the laboratory.
I sat there that night with Norman, and outside the windows, the northern lights were brighter than they'd ever been before. Purple, green, yellow, black lights you. And there was a new rhythm tonight. A kind of cold, almost words, thoughts, not quite formed yet, curiously destroyed then. Norman ordered and seemed to be destroyed as I was. He just sat quietly, and looked at me. Where did those catapillars come from, so I don't know? Where I was, that's all I know. Did they attack you, or I don't know? They came from the lights. The lights from the northern lights. Where are they, Norman? The catapillar? Yes. Where are they? In the deep breeze? Where is the fella?
Where is the fella? What's the matter? Were you calling? Are you listening? Listening to what? Don't you hear of him? I don't hear anything. Don't you? I don't hear anything. Turn on the recording machine. I want to see if we can pick up their voices. There isn't anything. Turn it on. Turn it on. I want to record it quick. Quick Norman, they're talking to us. Listen, friend. I want to play another recording. This is what came out of our tape recorder. I want to play another recording. I want to play another recording. This is what came out of our tape recorder. That night when I was listening to the voices. Norman couldn't hear anything. Just listen. I still don't hear anything, Paul. Please, still listen. I tell you, I listen.
What's that? Look at the deep breeze. The top's coming open. Look at the light around the pole. What? How did they... Good Lord, look. The catapillar? What? The catapillar? Good Lord, look. The catapillar? They're coming out of Paul? Look at them. It's Liam. They're still Norman. But the Paul... You're four. They still, I said, What's the matter with your voice? We're on the talk to you. You why? You said we. Why, of course, Norman. We. Cool for that. It is Paul's voice, Norman. Paul's voice. Voice. But it is not Paul speaking. Listen. We speak to Paul, not Paul. We the people of the lights. We from the cold. We are speaking to you with Paul's voice. I tell you that. Paul's voice will tell you what to do when the time comes on.
We go to the machine now. Paul's mind is ours for a little time now. We go to the machine. The machine that brought us to your world from the world of the lights. Who are you? Who the people of the lights? To take over this world of yours. Only this world of yours is so hot. We must have the cold world. And we know how to make it cold. What's the matter, Paul? Paul's voice. So hot. No, no. Quick, Norman. Can I not machine? Send us to places in your world. No, I will. We're so hot. We're so hot. Please go out, Paul. Please, please. Turn on the machine. Let's the end of the recording. You know what I don't want? I don't have any recollection of it at all. That recording there is not that must be what happened.
Anyway, when I woke up, Norman was gone. There were no catapulters in the place here. And my machine. The machine that took people and things away in the time and space. Was wrecked. I don't know what they did. You heard what they said about my voice. They're going to take over this world and make it a cold world. Like the one they came from. Whatever that is. And wherever they went. I don't know where they went, whether the machine sat. I do have eye issues. Yes. Are you cold? Screezing in here. And just for example, you read the papers. Look at the newsreels. Did you see the pictures of the snow in Los Angeles? In some tropical Los Angeles where it hasn't snowed for so many years.
I wanted about it too. I wonder if anybody saw any brown and black, or like their catapulters in Los Angeles. Blah, with the tiger mark I see as a bell. The title of today is Quietly Story. It is Northern Lights. It was written and directed by Willis Cooper. The man who spoke to you was Ernest Chappell. And my laboratory assistant, Norman, was played by Dan Stutter, the voices of Isabella and her friends.
We started to see the Roy. As usual, music for Quietly is played by Albert Firman. Now for the word about next week. I write it directly by Good Friend Willis Cooper. Thank you for listening to Quietly. For next week I have a story for you that comes from the steel mills out south Chicago way. It's called Captain Heath or Guns. And so until next week at the same time. I am Quietly your Ernest Chappell. And now a listening reminder. How are your predictions of things to come? What's your batting efforts? Compare your average with a man who has made predicting his business. Listen to Drew Kerson tonight on ABC. This is ABC, the American Broadcasting Company. This is Steve Covino from Covino and Rich.
Quick trivia fellas, every guy listening is contestant. Answer honestly to yourself. You got a belly in a little chest, gasped by the afternoon, no drive left in the tank. You lack that confidence and mental edge. Those are classic signs that your testosterone has been sliding. And nothing drags it down faster than extra weight. So why not take matters into your own hands? Shrip off the weight that tanks your testosterone with Bioma GLP1 booster. Every serving is packed with science-packed ingredients that crank up your natural GLP1 production. Visit bioma.health slash GLP1 and use code TR Show for 15% off your first order.
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