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"
I
don
’
t
know
!
But
.
.
.
We
.
.
.
we
can
’
t
get
on
the
air
,
Mr
.
Thompson
.
"
There
was
a
moment
of
silence
,
then
Mr
.
Thompson
asked
,
his
voice
unnaturally
low
,
"
Are
you
crazy
?
"
"
I
must
be
.
I
wish
I
were
.
I
can
’
t
make
it
out
.
The
station
is
dead
.
"
"
Mechanical
trouble
?
"
yelled
Mr
.
Thompson
,
leaping
to
his
feet
.
"
Mechanical
trouble
,
God
damn
you
,
at
a
time
like
this
?
If
that
’
s
how
you
run
this
station
—
"
The
chief
engineer
shook
his
head
slowly
,
in
the
manner
of
an
adult
who
is
reluctant
to
frighten
a
child
.
"
It
’
s
not
this
station
,
Mr
.
Thompson
,
"
he
said
softly
.
"
It
’
s
every
station
in
the
country
,
as
far
as
we
’
ve
been
able
to
check
.
And
there
is
no
mechanical
trouble
.
Neither
here
nor
elsewhere
.
The
equipment
is
in
order
,
in
perfect
order
,
and
they
all
report
the
same
,
but
.
.
.
but
all
radio
stations
went
off
the
air
at
seven
-
fifty
-
one
,
and
.
.
.
and
nobody
can
discover
why
.
"
"
But
—
"
cried
Mr
.
Thompson
,
stopped
,
glanced
about
him
and
screamed
,
"
Not
tonight
!
You
can
’
t
let
it
happen
tonight
!
You
’
ve
got
to
get
me
on
the
air
!
"
"
Mr
.
Thompson
,
"
the
man
said
slowly
,
"
we
’
ve
called
the
electronic
laboratory
of
the
State
Science
Institute
.
They
.
.
.
they
’
ve
never
seen
anything
like
it
.
They
said
it
might
be
a
natural
phenomenon
,
some
sort
of
cosmic
disturbance
of
an
unprecedented
kind
,
only
—
"
"
Well
?
"
