Welcome To The N.h.k.: -dub-
He lets her in. The door closes. The CRT TV flickers one last time, then goes black.
Satō stares at her. In the bad TV light, she looks like a ghost. Or an angel. He can’t tell the difference anymore. Welcome to the N.H.K. -Dub-
On screen, a cheesy American sci-fi B-movie is playing. An actress in a silver jumpsuit screams at a rubber monster. He lets her in
“Go away, Misaki. I’m conducting critical research.” Welcome to the N.H.K. -Dub-
He reaches for a cigarette. The pack is empty. He crumples it. The sound is deafening in the silence.
