I fished out of my pocket the chip case that Rafael had found on the floor of the kitchen. I’d uploaded its apocalyptic message to a number of religious bulletin boards, asking if anyone had ever encountered a similar product. Nada. Or at least, nothing conclusive There were lots of guesses, but none of the suggestions panned out. None of the religious recording studios I was directed to had produced the chip. But they were all keen to sell me other recordings that they promised would be both uplifting and inspirational. . .