There’s a lot of weird music on this old satellite radio I found.

I found this old satellite radio stuffed deep into a nightstand drawer at one of my recent house sitting gigs. <br><br>I don’t know how or why it ended up there, but it does work, so I figured I’d use it during my stay. <br><br>When I first turned it on, I heard a snippet of what sounded like a conversation between two men. They were just saying their goodbyes. I didn’t really pay attention, but then some rock music kicked in. <br><br>I didn’t recognize the band. I liked it, though. I thought that was pretty cool. Then the music shifted again, and a slow jam played.<br><br>I wish I could say I paid better attention. I think at the time I was more excited with the prospect of discovering new bands. But then I heard something that pulled my attention away from whatever I was doing and towards the radio, where a man with a very deep and serious voice was talking. <br><br>“Toy soldiers, you have died honorably in battle. Return to the front lines now. Toy Soldiers, you have died honorably in battle. Return to the front lines now. Toy Soldiers, you have died honorably in battle. Return to the front lines now.”<br><br>The same man said those two sentences a few more times before the radio shifted to classical music. Songs I recognized this time, with music I knew came from composers who’d died a long time ago. <br><br>Toy Soldiers didn’t play often, but once or twice a day with only a few days between. It made me laugh the first time I heard it, because it was so out of place. Enough to throw me off, but not enough to concern me. I figured whoever made the radio had just thrown in some joke stations. <br><br>The next time I heard it, I thought about it more and it didn’t really make sense. Why would that be the entire broadcast of a station? But by the third time it didn’t seem so out of place. I guess it didn’t bother me anymore. <br><br>Anyway! Enough about Toy Soldiers. Things started to get weird on day seven. <br><br>I was making breakfast and listening to the radio, when the music changed and a man talked. This guy had a very deep and serious voice as well. <br><br>“I am the overseer of this world. All that you see, I have created. All that you know is a product of my hands. I have created you in my own image and I am proud. Humanity, do not let me down. This is your only warning. I am the overseer of this world. All that you see, I have created. All that you know is a product of my hands. I have created you in my own image and I am proud. Humanity, do not let me down. This is your only warning. I am the overseer of this world. All that you see, I have created. All that you know is a product of my hands. I have created you in my own image and I am proud. Humanity, do not let me down. This is your only warning.”<br><br>This one didn’t have a catchy name like Toy Soldiers, but from that first time I heard it, I started calling it Humanity, Don’t Let Me Down. It didn’t play often, and the first couple times I heard it, it was in the morning. The same time I’d be cooking breakfast, weirdly enough. <br><br>I’m not sure if there’s a schedule or if it’s random. I didn’t pay enough attention. By now I was getting a bit spooked.<br><br>I couldn’t find much information about the radio, and I’d already quit listening to it with the TV on. But this one stuck with me. It couldn’t be real, right? I felt so dumb, but I hadn’t felt that way in a long time. <br><br>I couldn’t focus. I kept wondering who or what this creator was. If it was God, then I guess that’s just God, right? But I wasn’t raised religious. I’m not the type to just blindly follow one faith because it’s what I was shown growing up. In fact, I’m not the type to blindly follow anything. <br><br>That’s why I just can’t stop thinking about these two messages and who they could possibly be addressed to. It’s been days. I’ve been listening to that radio for hours a day. <br><br>I just can’t get this out of my head.