[Voice Post]
[There is a slight distortion as the person is trying to get the Guide to work. The person clears his throat before speaking. When he speaks, it’s in a soft voice with a French accent to it.]
I believe that this is not the Paris Opera House. Let alone, Paris. Can someone kindly tell me what exactly happened and why I am here? Clearly, this must be some kind of dream. Aliens, space ships, and the world being destroyed? It sounds like an elaborate story… not that I would know what a space ship is or an alien. This was what these strange beings have told me. There had to be some kind of time difference. None of this existed from my time.
I want to say, in another few minutes I shall have arrived at the Paris Opera House, but something tells me that will not happen. Tonight’s performance would be the opera Hannibal. Have any of you heard of the opera? If not, I would highly recommend it. Well…I would be on my way to see it.
Please forgive my rude manners… My name is Raul, Viscount de Chagny. I was lucky enough to get this strange device to record my voice. I’m afraid that I am not familiar with such technological devices.
[There’s some garbled yelling in the background followed by some protesting from Raul complaining about not wanting fill out more ridiculous forms. There’s a rustle of papers before the feed ends.]
I believe that this is not the Paris Opera House. Let alone, Paris. Can someone kindly tell me what exactly happened and why I am here? Clearly, this must be some kind of dream. Aliens, space ships, and the world being destroyed? It sounds like an elaborate story… not that I would know what a space ship is or an alien. This was what these strange beings have told me. There had to be some kind of time difference. None of this existed from my time.
I want to say, in another few minutes I shall have arrived at the Paris Opera House, but something tells me that will not happen. Tonight’s performance would be the opera Hannibal. Have any of you heard of the opera? If not, I would highly recommend it. Well…I would be on my way to see it.
Please forgive my rude manners… My name is Raul, Viscount de Chagny. I was lucky enough to get this strange device to record my voice. I’m afraid that I am not familiar with such technological devices.
[There’s some garbled yelling in the background followed by some protesting from Raul complaining about not wanting fill out more ridiculous forms. There’s a rustle of papers before the feed ends.]