Ghost Codes 008
It goes like this: 2 years had gone by since the crash of the digital age, 2 years since the CPUs burned out en mass, simultaneously.
All the music of that era, the melodies we had composed, performed, recorded, coded into numbers, all this was lost seemingly forever.
And then the first of the drifting spirits appeared: the scattered ghosts of pop stars, their final traces still caught in the ether.
At dusk you could listen to the strange music. You might glimpse in the air a spectral glow, tiny dancing sprites of colour.
Sparkletown was a prime site; ghost collectors gathered there. A few got rich. Most went crazy. One or two killed themselves.
Some of them got so hooked into it, the spirits took them over completely. Their bodies were found at dawn, their dead mouths singing.