The Gramophone

Hello kids. Today I am going to tell you a tale about soundwaves. Do you know what happens to the sound when you have heard it? Where it goes? Or how does it go?
This tale is about a young guy called Oliver. Oliver is a good kid, a charming guy, with a good heart.
Of course, when one shines, one attracts predators.
On a cold white morning, Oliver received a package by mail, a big wooden box. He was happy - but not for long.
He opened it, finding a little gramophone. He was confused, and at the same time curious. He turned the lever as many times he could, but it would not work. Then he took it to an antique shop downtown, to an old man who knew a lot about those mysterious things:
"Why are you bringing it to me?"
"Because I am curious, aren't you?"
"No, I know too much to be curious."
"Then do you know what this thing is?"
"Yes, and if I were you I would lock this thing away."
"Why? It does not seem to be dangerous to me."
"Gramophones aren't dangerous, what are dangerous are the sounds we could listen to from it."
The old man sat and with his hand on the head and said:
"I had one of these in times of my youth; I used to hear whispers telling me about disasters and other people's thoughts."
"And what is the problem with that? I could do some good with it."
"I thought that too," The old man was shaking with fear, "until it told me something I will never forget!"
"What was it?"
"The day of my death. The exact day of my death."
Oliver stood still in shock, while the old man took a pencil and a scrap of paper. Oliver did not believe. "Why should I believe this dying old man?" He asked himself.
"I know you do not believe me," The old man handed him a folded paper, "So read that tomorrow, and tell me if I am wrong." 
Oliver took the folded paper and went to his home, which was silent as a mouse and cold as stone.
The day was gone, and at night, something happened. Oliver could not sleep. The old man's word kept echoing in his mind, and suddenly he thought:
"Why not turn the gramophone's lever again? Maybe I will get some answers."
Without a second thought, he went straight to the gramophone and turned the lever, slow at first, and then faster, and faster, and faster. Finally he could hear a kind of humming, like a murmur, or a prayer.
His ears got used to the sound, and he could recognize a single phrase:
"SOS," repeated several times like a chanting. He stopped turning the lever, but the sound would not stop.
The weather changed quickly, and it begun to rain.
"SOS," it repeated. Oliver tried to make any sense of it. "Who needs help?"
"You." All the lights went out, and the voices coming out the gramophone began to shout. "YOU!"
"Is someone there listening to me?" said Oliver to the gramophone.
"We are," It replied, "and we have been for a long time."
"Why?"
"Because we watch."
"Who is 'we'?"
"We are completeness, we are nothing..." It ceased, and everything was normal again.
"What was that?" Oliver then could not help himself, and unfolded the paper: 
WE ARE YOU!
He was afraid. Millions of thoughts came to his mind.
Completeness is nothing and there's nothing inside of him now.
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