Part 1 of Wake Not the Dead. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Louise J. Bell. Part 1 of Wake Not the Dead. Wilt thou forever sleep? Wilt thou never more awake, my beloved, but henceforth repose forever from thy short pilgrimage on earth? O yet once again return and bring back with thee the vivifying dawn of hope to one whose existence hath, since thy departure, been obscured by the dunnest shades. What? Dumb? Forever dumb? Thy friend Lamenteth, and thou heedest him not. He sheds bitter, scalding tears, and thou reposest, unregarding his affliction. He is in despair, and thou no longer openness thy arms to him as an asylum from his grief? Say then, doth the paley shroud become thee better than the bridal veil? Is the chamber of the grave a warmer bed than the couch of love? Is the spectered death more welcome to thy arms than thy enamored consort? O return, my beloved, return once again to this anxious disconsolate bosom. Such were the Lamentations which Volter poured forth for his Brunhilde, the partner of his youthful, passionate love. Thus did he be wail over her grave at the midnight hour, what time the spirit that presides in the troublous atmosphere sends his legions of monsters through mid-air, so that their shadows, as they flit beneath the moon and across the earth, dart as wild, agitating thoughts that chase each other or the sinner's bosom. Thus did he lament under the tall linden trees by her grave, while his head reclined on the cold stone. Volter was a powerful lord in Burgundy, who in his earliest youth had been smitten with the charms of the fair Brunhilde, a beauty far surpassing in loveliness all her rivals. For her tresses, dark as the raven face of night, streaming over her shoulders, set off to the utmost advantage the beaming luster of her slender form, and the rich dye of a cheek whose tint was deep and brilliant as that of the western heaven. Her eyes did not resemble those burning orbs whose pale glow gems the vault of night, and whose immeasurable distance fills the soul with deep thoughts of eternity, but rather as the sober beams which cheer this netherworld, and which, while they enlighten, kindle the sons of earth to joy and love. Brunhilde became the wife of Volter, and both being equally enamored and devoted, they abandoned themselves to the enjoyment of a passion that rendered them reckless of ought besides, while it lulled them in a fascinating dream. Their soul apprehension was lest ought should awaken them from a delirium, which they prayed might continue forever. Yet how vain is the wish that would arrest the decrees of destiny, as well might it seek to divert the circling planets from their eternal course. Short was the duration of this frenzied passion, not that it gradually decayed and subsided into apathy, but death snatched away his blooming victim, and left Volter to a widowed couch. Impetuous, however, as was his first burst of grief, he was not inconsolable, for ere long another bride became the partner of the youthful nobleman. Svanhilde also was beautiful, although nature had formed her charms on a very different model from those of Brunhilde. Her golden locks waved bright as the beams of morn. Only when excited by some emotion of her soul did a rosy hue tinge the lily paleness of her cheek. Her limbs were proportioned in the nicest symmetry, yet did they not possess that luxuriant fullness of animal life. Her eye beamed eloquently, but it was with the milder radiance of a star, tranquilizing to tenderness, rather than exciting to warmth. Thus formed it was not possible that she should steep him in his former delirium, although she rendered happy his waking hours, tranquil and serious, yet cheerful. Studying in all things her husband's pleasure, she restored order and comfort in his family, where her presence shed a general influence all around. Her mild benevolence tended to restrain the fiery, impetuous disposition of Walter, while at the same time her prudence recalled him in some degree from his vain, turbulent wishes and his aspiring after unattainable enjoyments to the duties and pleasures of actual life.  The latter was mild and patient as her mother, well contented with her solitary sports, and even in these recreations displayed the serious turn of her character. The boy possessed his father's fiery, restless disposition, tempered, however, with the solidity of his mother. Attached by his offspring more tenderly towards their mother, Walter now lived for several years very happily. His thoughts would frequently indeed recur to Svanhilda, but without their former violence, merely as we dwell upon the memory of a friend of our earlier days, born from us on the rapid current of time to a region where we know that he is happy, but clouds dissolve into air, flowers fade, the sands of the hourglass run imperceptibly away, and even so do human feelings dissolve, fade, and pass away. And with them too, human happiness. Walter's inconstant breast again sighed for the ecstatic dreams of those days which he had spent with his equally romantic enamored Brunhilda. Again did she present herself to his ardent fancy in all the glow of her bridal charms, and he began to draw a parallel between the past and the present. Nor did imagination, as it is want, fail to array the former in her brightest use while it proportionably obscured the latter, so that he pictured to himself the one much more rich in enjoyment and the other much less so than they really were. This change in her husband did not escape Spunhilda, whereupon redoubling her attentions towards him and her cares towards their children, she expected by this means to reunite the knot that was slackened. Yet the more she endeavored to regain his affections, the colder did he grow, the more intolerable did her caresses seem, and the more continually did the image of Brunhilda haunt his thoughts. The children, whose endearments were now become indispensable to him, alone stood between the parents, as genie eager to affect a reconciliation and, beloved by them both, formed a uniting link between them. Yet, as evil can be plucked from the heart of man, only air its root has yet struck deep, its fangs being afterwards too firm to be eradicated. So was Valter's diseased fancy too far affected to have its disorder stopped, for in a short time it completely tyrannized over him. And, frequently of a night, instead of retiring to his consort's chamber, he repaired to Brunhilda's grave, where he murmured forth his discontent, saying, Wilt thou sleep forever? One night, as he was reclining on the turf, indulging in his wanted sorrow, a sorcerer from the neighboring mountains entered into this field of death, for the purpose of gathering for his mystic spells such herbs as grow only from the earth wherein the dead repose, and which, as if the last production of mortality, are gifted with a powerful and supernatural influence. The sorcerer perceived the mourner and approached the spot where he was lying. Wherefore, fond wretch, dost thou grieve thus, for what is now a hideous mass of mortality, mere bones and nerves and veins, nations have fallen unlimited, even worlds themselves, long ere this globe of ours was created, have moldered into nothing, nor hath anyone wept over them? Why, then, shouldst thou indulge this vain affliction for a child of the dust, a being as frail as thyself, and, like thee, the creature but of a moment? Walter raised himself up. Let yawn worlds that shine in the firmament, replied he, lament for each other as they perish. It is true that I, who am myself clay, lament for my fellow clay. Yet is this clay impregnated with a fire, with an essence, that none of the elements of creation possess? With love. And this divine passion I felt for her who now sleepeth beneath this sod. Will thy complaints awaken her? Or could they do so, would she not soon upbray thee for having disturbed that repose in which she has now hushed? A vaunt, cold-hearted being, thou knowest not what is love. Oh, that my tears could wash away the earthy covering that conceals her from these eyes. That my groan of anguish could rouse her from her slumber of death. No, she would not again seek her earthy couch. Insensate that thou art, and couldst thou endure to gaze without shuddering on one disgorged from the jaws of the grave? Art thou, too, thyself, the same from whom she parted, or hath time passed o'er thy brow and left no traces there? Would not thy love rather be converted into hate and disgust? Say, rather that the stars would leave yawn firmament, that the sun will henceforth refuse to shed his beams through the heavens? Oh, that she stood once more before me, that once again she reposed on this bosom. How quickly should we then forget that death or time had ever stepped between us? Delusion, mere delusion of the brain, from heated blood like to that which arises from the fumes of wine. It is not my wish to tempt thee, to restore to thee thy dead. Else wouldst thou soon feel that I have spoken truth. How restore her to me? exclaimed Walter, casting himself at the sorcerer's feet. Oh, if thou art indeed able to effect that, grant it to my earnest supplication. If one throb of human feeling vibrates in thy bosom, let my tears prevail with thee. Restore to me, my beloved. So shout thou hereafter bless the deed, and see that it was a good work. A blessed deed? returned the sorcerer with a smile of scorn. For me there exists nor good nor evil, since my will is always the same. Ye alone know evil, who will that which ye would not. It is indeed in my power to restore her to thee. Yet, bethink thee well, whether it will prove thy will. Consider, too, how deep the abyss between life and death. Across this my power can build a bridge, but it can never fill up the frightful chasm. Walter would have spoken, and have sought to prevail on this powerful being by fresh entreaties, but the latter prevented him, saying, Peace, bethink thee well, and return hither to me tomorrow at midnight. Yet once more do I warn thee, wake not the dead. Having uttered these words, the mysterious being disappeared. Intoxicated with fresh hope, Walter found no sleep on his couch. For fancy, prodigal of her richest stores, expanded before him the glittering web of futurity. And his eye, moistened with the dew of rapture, glanced from one vision of happiness to another. During the next day he wandered through the woods, lest wanted objects, by recalling the memory of later and less happier times, might disturb the blissful idea that he should again behold her, again fold her in his arms, gaze on her beaming brow by day, repose on her bosom at night. And as this sole idea filled his imagination, how was it possible that the least doubt should arise? Or that the warning of the mysterious old man should recur to his thoughts? No sooner did the midnight hour approach than he hastened before the grave field, where the sorcerer was already standing by that of Brunhilde, hast thou maturely considered, inquired he? Oh, restore to me the object of my ardent passion, exclaimed Walter with impetuous eagerness.  Well then, answered the old man, return hither again tomorrow at the same hour. But once more, do I give thee this friendly warning? Wake not the dead. All in the despair of impatience, Walter would have prostrated himself at his feet, and supplicated him to fulfill at once a desire now increased to agony. But the sorcerer had already disappeared. Pouring forth his lamentations more wildly and impetuously than ever, he lay upon the grave of his adored one, until the Grey Dawn streaked the east. During the day, which seemed to him longer than any he had ever experienced, he wandered to and fro, restless and impatient, seemingly without any object, and deeply buried in his own reflections, in quest as the murderer who meditates his first deed of blood. And the stars of evening found him once more, at the appointed spot. At midnight, the sorcerer was there also. Hast thou yet maturely deliberated, inquired he, as on the preceding night? Oh, what should I deliberate? returned Walter impatiently. I need not to deliberate. What I demand of thee is that which thou hast promised me, that which will prove my bliss, or dost thou but mock me. If so, hence from my sight, lest I be tempted to lay my hand on thee, once more do I warn thee, answered the old man with undisturbed composure, wake not the dead. Let her rest, I but not in the cold grave. She shall rather rest on this bosom, which burns with eagerness to clasp her. Reflect, thou mayst not quit her until death, even though aversion and horror should seize thy heart. There would then remain only one horrible means. Doutered, cried Walter, interrupting him, how may I hate that which I love with such intensity of passion? How should I abhor that for which my every drop of blood is boiling? Then, be it even as thou wishest, answered the sorcerer. Step back, the old man now drew a circle round the grave, all the while muttering words of enchantment. Immediately the storm began to howl among the tops of the trees. Owls flapped their wings and uttered their low voice of omen. The stars hid their mild beaming aspect that they might not behold so unholy and impious a spectacle. The stone then rolled from the grave with a hollow sound, leaving a free passage for the inhabitant of that dreadful tenement. The sorcerer scattered into the yawning earth, roots and herbs of most magic power and of most penetrating odor, so that the worms crawling forth from the earth congregated together and raised themselves in a fiery column over the grave, while rushing wind burst from the earth, scattering the mold before it. Until at length the coffin lay uncovered. The moonbeams fell on it and the lid burst open with a tremendous sound. Upon this the sorcerer poured upon it some blood from out of a human skull, exclaiming at the same time, Drink, sleeper, of this warm stream that thy heart may again beat within thy bosom, and after a short pause, shedding on her some other mystic liquid, he cried aloud with the voice of one inspired, Yes, thy heart beats once more with the flood of life, thy eyes again opened to sight. Arise, therefore, from the tomb, as an island suddenly springs forth from the dark waves of the ocean, raised upwards from the deep by the force of subterraneous fires, so did Brunhilda start from her earthy couch, born forward by some invisible power. Taking her by the hand, the sorcerer led her towards Valter, who stood at some little distance, rooted to the ground with amazement, Receive again, said he, the object of thy passionate size, Mayest thou never more require my aid. Should that, however, happen, so wilt thou find me during the full of the moon, upon the mountains, In that spot, and where the three roads meet, Instantly did Valter recognize in the form that stood before him her whom he so ardently loved, and a sudden glow shot through his frame had finding her thus restored to him. Yet the nightfrost had chilled his limbs and palsied his tongue. For a while he gazed upon her without either motion or speech, and during this pause all was again become hushed and serene, and the stars shone brightly in the clear heavens. Valter exclaimed the figure, and at once the well-known sound, thrilling to his heart, broke the spell by which he was bound. Is it reality? Is it truth? cried he, or a cheating delusion. No, it is no imposture. I am really living. Conduct me quickly to thy castle in the mountains. Valter looked around. The old man had disappeared, but he perceived, close by his side, a coal-black steed of fiery eye, ready equipped to conduct him thence, and on his back lay all proper attire for Brunhilde, who lost no time in arraying herself. This being done, she cried, haste, let us away ere the dawn breaks, for my eye is yet too weak to endure the light of day. Fully recovered from his stupor, Valter leapt into his saddle and, catching up with a mingled feeling of delight and awe the beloved being, thus mysteriously restored from the power of the grave, he spurred on, across the wild, towards the mountains, as furiously as if pursued by the shadows of the dead, and the reasoning to recover from him their sister. The castle to which Valter conducted his Brunhilde was situated on a rock between other rocks rising up above it. Here they arrived, unseen by any, save one aged domestic, on whom Valter imposed secrecy by the severest threats. Here will we tarry, said Brunhilde, until I can endure the light, and until thou canst look upon me without trembling, as if struck with a cold chill. They accordingly continued to make that place their abode. Yet no one knew that Brunhilde existed, save only that aged attendant who provided their meals. During seven entire days, they had no light except that of tapers. During the next seven, the light was admitted through the lofty casements, only while the rising or setting sun faintly illumined the mountaintops, the valley being still enveloped in shade. Seldom did Valter quit Brunhilde's side. A nameless spell seemed to attach him to her. Even the shutter which he felt in her presence, and which would not permit him to touch her, was not unmixed with pleasure, like that thrilling, awful emotion felt when strains of sacred music float under the vault of some temple. He rather sought, therefore, than avoided this feeling. Often too, as he had indulged in calling to mind the beauties of Brunhilde, she had never appeared so fair, so fascinating, so admirable, when depicted by his imagination, as when now beheld in reality. Never till now had her voice sounded with such tones of sweetness. Never before did her language possess such eloquence as it now did when she conversed with him on the subject of the past. And this was the magic fairyland towards which her words constantly conducted him. Ever did she dwell upon the days of their first love, those hours of delight in which they had participated together, when the one derived all enjoyment from the other, and so rapturous, so enchanting, so full of life did she recall to his imagination that blissful season, that he even doubted whether he had ever experienced with her so much felicity, or had been so truly happy. And while she thus vividly portrayed their hours of past delight, she delineated in still more glowing, more enchanting colors those hours of approaching bliss which now awaited them, richer in enjoyment than any preceding ones. In this manner did she charm her attentive auditor with enrapturing hopes for the future, and lull him into dreams of more than mortal ecstasy. So that while he listened to her siren strain, he entirely forgot how little blissful was the latter period of their union, when he had often sighed at her imperiousness, and at her harshness, both to himself and all his household. Yet, even had he recalled this to mind, would it have disturbed him in his present delirious trance? Had she not now left behind in the grave all the frailty of mortality? Was not her whole being refined and purified by that long sleep in which neither passion nor sin had approached her, even in dreams? How different now was the subject of her discourse? Only when speaking of her affection for him did she betray anything of earthly feeling. At other times, she uniformly dwelt upon themes relating to the invisible and future world. When, in descanting and declaring the mysteries of eternity, a stream of prophetic eloquence would burst from her lips, in this manner had twice seven days elapsed. And for the first time, Falter beheld the being, now dearer to him than ever, in the full light of day. Every trace of the grave had disappeared from her countenance. A rosy attinge like the ruddy streaks of dawn again beamed on her pallid cheek. The faint, mouldering taint of the grave was changed into a delightful violet scent, the only sign of earth that never disappeared. He no longer felt either apprehension or awe as he gazed upon her in the sunny light of day. It was not until now that he seemed to have recovered her completely. And, glowing with all his former passion towards her, he would have pressed her to his bosom. But she gently repulsed him, saying, Not yet. Spare your caresses, until the moon has again filled her horn. Despite of his impatience, Falter was obliged to await the lapse of another period of seven days. But, on the night when the moon was arrived at the fall, he hastened to Brunhilda, whom he found more lovely than she had ever appeared before. Fearing no obstacles to his transports, he embraced with all the fervour of a deeply enamoured and successful lover. Brunhilda, however, still refused to yield to his passion. What! exclaimed she. Is it fitting that I, who have been purified by death from the frailty of mortality, should become thy concubine? While a mere daughter of the earth bears the title of thy wife. Never shall it be. No, it must be within the walls of thy palace, within that chamber where I once reigned as queen, that thou obtainest the end of thy wishes. And of mine also. Added she, imprinting a glowing kiss on the lips, and immediately disappeared, heated with passion and determined to sacrifice everything to the accomplishment of his desires, Valter hastily quitted the apartment, and shortly after, the castle itself. He travelled over mountain and across heath with the rapidity of a storm so that the turf was flung up by his horse's hooves. Nor once stopped till he arrived home. Here, however, neither the affectionate caresses of Svanhilda or those of his children could touch his heart or induce him to restrain his furious desires. Alas! is the impetuous torrent to be checked in its devastating course by the beauteous flowers over which it rushes. When they exclaim, destroyer! Commiserate our hopeless innocence and beauty, nor lay us waste. The stream sweeps over them, unregarding, and a single moment annihilates the pride of a whole summer. Shortly afterwards did Valter begin to hint to Svanhilda that they were ill-suited to each other, that he was anxious to taste that wild, tumultuous life so well according with the spirit of his sex, while she, on the contrary, was satisfied with the monotonous circle of household enjoyments, that he was eager for whatever promised novelty, while she felt most attached to what was familiarized to her by habit, and lastly that her cold disposition bordering upon indifference but ill-suited with his ardent temperament. It was therefore more prudent that they should seek apart from each other that happiness which they could not find together. A sigh and a brief acquiescence in his wishes was all the reply that Svanhilda made. And, on the following morning, upon his presenting her with a paper of separation, informing her that she was at liberty to return home to her father, she received it most submissively. Yet, ere she departed, she gave him the following warning. Too well do I conjecture to whom I am indebted for this our separation. Often have I seen thee at Brunhilda's grave, and beheld thee there even on that night when the face of the heavens was suddenly enveloped in a veil of clouds. Hast thou rashly dared to terr aside the awful veil that separates the mortality that dreams from that which dreameth not? Oh, then woe to thee, thou wretched man, for thou hast attached to thyself that which will prove thy destruction, she ceased. Nor did Valter attempt any reply for the similar admonition uttered by the sorcerer, flashed upon his mind, all obscured as it was by passion, just as the lightning glares momentarily through the gloom of night without dispersing the obscurity. Svanhilda then departed in order to pronounce to her children a bitter farewell, for they, according to national custom, belonged to the father. And, having bathed them in her tears and consecrated them with the holy water of maternal love, she quitted her husband's residence and departed to the home of her fathers. End of Part 1 of Wake Not the Dead Recording by Louise J. Bell Part 2 of Wake Not the Dead This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org Recording by Louise J. Bell Part 2 of Wake Not the Dead Thus was the kind and benevolence Svanhilda driven and exiled from those halls where she had presided with grace, from halls which were now newly decorated to receive another mistress. The day at length arrived, on which Walter, for the second time, conducted Brunhilda home as a newly made bride. And he caused it to be reported among his domestics that his new consort had gained his affections by her extraordinary likeness to Brunhilda, their former mistress. How ineffably happy did he deem himself as he conducted his beloved once more into the chamber which had often witnessed their former joys and which was now newly gilded and adorned in a most costly style. Among the other decorations were figures of angels, scattering roses which served to support the purple draperies whose ample folds or shadowed the nuptial couch. With what impatience did he await the hour that was to put him in possession of those beauties for which he had already paid so high a price but whose enjoyment was to cost him most dearly yet? Unfortunate, Walter, reveling in bliss, thou beholdest not the abyss that yawns beneath thy feet. Intoxicated with the luscious perfume of the flower thou hast plucked, thou little deemest how deadly is the venom with which it is fraught. Although for a short season its potent fragrance bestows new energy on all thy feelings. Happy, however, as Walter was now, his household were far from being equally so. The strange resemblance between their new lady and the deceased Brunhilda filled them with a secret dismay, an undefinable horror, for there was not a single difference of feature of tone of voice or of gesture. To add too to these mysterious circumstances her female attendants discovered a particular mark on her back exactly like one which Brunhilda had. A report was now soon circulated that their lady was no other than Brunhilda herself, who had been recalled to life by the power of necromancy. How truly horrible was the idea of living under the same roof with one who had been an inhabitant of the tomb and of being obliged to attend upon her and acknowledge her as mistress. There was also in Brunhilda much to increase this aversion and favor their superstition. No ornaments of gold ever decked her person, all that others were want to wear of this metal she had formed of silver. No richly colored and sparkling jewels glittered upon her, pearls alone lent their pale luster to adorn her bosom. Most carefully did she always avoid the cheerful light of the sun and was want to spend the brightest days in the most retired and gloomy apartments. Only during the twilight of the commencing or declining day did she ever walk abroad. But her favorite hour was when the phantom light of the moon bestowed on all objects a shadowy appearance and a sombre hue. Always, too, at the crowing of the cock an involuntary shudder was observed to seize her limbs. Imperious as before her death she quickly imposed her iron yoke on everyone around her while she seemed even far more terrible than ever since a dread of some supernatural power attached to her appalled all who approached her. A malignant, withering glance seemed to shoot from her eye on the unhappy object of her wrath as if it would annihilate its victim. In short, those halls which in the time of Svanhilda were the residence of cheerfulness and mirth now resembled an extensive desert tomb. With fear imprinted on their pale countenances the domestics glided through the apartments of the castle and in this abode of terror the crowing of the cock caused the living to tremble as if they were the spirits of the departed for the sound always reminded them of their mysterious mistress. There was no one but who shuddered at meeting her in a lonely place in the dusk of evening or by the light of the moon a circumstance that was deemed to be ominous of some evil. So great was the apprehension of her female attendance they pined in continual disquietude and by degrees all quitted her. In the course of time even others of the domestics fled for an insupportable horror had seized them. The art of the sorcerer had indeed bestowed upon Brunhilda an artificial life and due nourishment had continued to support the restored body. Yet this body was not able of itself to keep up the genial glow of vitality and to nourish the flame whence springs all the affections and passions whether of love or hate for death had forever destroyed and withered it. All that Brunhilda now possessed was a chilled existence colder than that of the snake. It was nevertheless necessary that she should love and return with equal ardor the warm caresses of her spell enthralled husband to whose passion alone she was indebted for her renewed existence. It was necessary that a magic draft should animate the dull current in her veins and awaken her to the glow of life and the flame of love. A potion of abomination one not even to be named without a curse. Human blood imbibed whilst yet warm from the veins of youth. This was the hellish drink for which she thirsted possessing no sympathy with the pure feelings of humanity deriving no enjoyment from ought that interests in life and occupies its varied hours. Her existence was a mere blank unless when in the arms of her paramour husband and therefore was it that she craved incessantly after the horrible draft.   Nor were youths of either sex safe from her horrid attack. Having first breathed upon her unhappy victim who never failed immediately to seek into a lengthened sleep she would then in a similar manner drain his veins of the vital juice. Thus children, youths and maidens quickly faded away as flowers gone by the cankering worm. The fullness of their limbs disappeared a sallow line succeeded to the rosy freshness of their cheeks. The liquid luster of the eye was deadened even as the sparkling stream when arrested by the touch of frost and their locks became thin and gray as if already ravaged by the storm of life. Parents beheld with horror this desolating pestilence devouring their offspring nor could simple or charm potion or amulet avail ought against it. The grave swallowed up one after the other or did the miserable victim survive. He became cadaverous and wrinkled even in the very mourn of existence. Parents observed with horror this devastating pestilence snatch away their offspring a pestilence which nor herb however potent nor charm nor holy taper nor exorcism could avert. They either beheld their children sink one after the other into the grave or their youthful forms withered by the unholy vampire embrace of Brunhilda assumed the decrepitude of sudden age. At length strange surmises and reports began to prevail. It was whispered that Brunhilda herself was the cause of all these horrors. Although no one could pretend to tell in what manner she destroyed her victims no marks of violence were discernible. Yet when young children confessed that she had frequently lulled them asleep in her arms and elder ones said that a sudden slumber had come upon them whenever she began to converse with them suspicion became converted into certainty and those whose offspring had hitherto escaped unharmed quitted their hearths and home all their little possessions the dwellings of their fathers and the inheritance of their children in order to rescue from so horrible of fate those who were dearer to their simple affections than ought else the world could give. Thus daily did the castle assume a more desolate appearance. Daily did its environs become more deserted. None but a few aged decrepit old women and grey-headed menials were to be seen remaining of the once numerous retinue. Such will in the latter days of the earth be the last generation of mortals when childbearing shall have ceased when youth shall no more be seen nor any arise to replace those who shall await their fate in silence. Valter alone noticed not, or he did not, the desolation around him. He apprehended not death lapped as he was in a glowing elicium of love. Far more happy than formerly did he now seem in the possession of Brunhilda. All those caprices and frowns which had been want to overcloud their former union had now entirely disappeared. She even seemed to dot on him with a warmth of passion that she had never exhibited even during the happy season of bridal love for the flame of that youthful blood of which she drained the veins of others rioted in her own. At night, as soon as he closed his eyes she would breathe on him till he sank into delicious dreams from which he awoke only to experience more rapturous enjoyments. By day, she would continually discourse with him on the bliss experienced by happy spirits beyond the grave, assuring him that as his affection had recalled her from the tomb, they were now irrevocably united. Thus fascinated by a continual spell it was not possible that he should perceive what was taking place around him. Brunhilda, however, foresaw with savage grief that the source of her youthful ardour was daily decreasing. For in a short time there remained nothing gifted with youth. Save Valter and his children. And these latter, she resolved, should be her next victims. On her first return to the castle she had felt an aversion towards the offspring of another and therefore abandoned them entirely to the attendants appointed by Svanhilda. Now, however, she began to pay considerable attention to them and caused them to be frequently admitted into her presence. The aged nurses were filled with dread at perceiving these marks of regard from her towards their young charges. Yet, dared they not to oppose the will of their terrible and imperious mistress. Soon did Brunhilda gain the affection of the children who were too unsuspecting of Gael to apprehend any danger from her. On the contrary, her caresses won them completely to her. Instead of ever checking their mirthful gambles she would rather instruct them in new sports. Often, too, did she recite to them tales of such strange and wild interest as to exceed all the stories of their nurses. Were they wearied either with play or with listening to her narratives she would take them on her knees and lull them to slumber. Then did visions of the most surpassing magnificence attend their dreams. They would fancy themselves in some garden where flowers of every hue rose in rows one above the other from the humble violet to the tall sunflower forming a particoloured broitery of every hue sloping upwards towards the golden clouds where little angels whose wings sparkled with azure and gold descended to bring them delicious cakes or splendid jewels or sung to them soothing melodious hymns. So delightful did these dreams in short time become to the children that they longered for nothing so eagerly as to slumber on Brunhilda's lap for never did they else enjoy such visions of heavenly forms. They were the most anxious for that which was to prove their destruction. Yet do we not all aspire after that which conducts us to the grave after the enjoyment of life? These innocents stretched out their arms to approaching death because it assumed the mask of pleasure for which they were lapped in these static slumbers Brunhilda sucked the life stream from their bosoms. On waking indeed they felt themselves faint and exhausted yet did no pain nor any mark betray the cause. Shortly however did their strength entirely fail even as the summer brook is gradually dried up. Their sports became less and less noisy. Their loud frolicsome laughter was converted into a faint smile. The full tones of their voices died away into a mere whisper. Their attendance were filled with horror and despair.  Death had already smote his prey. The children were but the mere shadows of their former selves and even this shadow quickly disappeared. The anguished father deeply bemoaned their loss for notwithstanding his apparent neglect he was strongly attached to them nor until he had experienced their loss was he aware that his love was so great. His affliction could not fail to excite the displeasure of Brunhilda. Why dost thou lament so fondly said she for these little ones what satisfaction could such formed beings yield to thee unless thou werest still attached to their mother? Thy heart then is still hers or dost thou now regret her and them because thou art satiated with my fondness and weary of my endearments? Had these young ones grown up would they not have attached thee, thy spirit and thy affections more closely to this earth of clay, to this dust and have alienated thee from that sphere to which I, who have already passed to the grave, endeavour to raise thee? Say, is thy spirit so heavy or thy love so weak or thy faith so hollow that the hope of being mine forever is unable to touch thee? Gus did Brunhilda express her indignation at her consort's grief and forbade him her presence. The fear of offending her beyond forgiveness and his anxiety to appease her soon dried up his tears and he again abandoned himself to his fatal passion until, approaching destruction at length, awakened him from his delusion. Neither maiden nor youth was any longer to be seen either within the dreary walls of the castle or the adjoining territory. All had disappeared for those whom the grave had not swallowed up had fled from the region of death. Who, therefore, now remained to quench the horrible thirst of the female vampire? Save Valter himself! And his death she dared to contemplate unmoved for that divine sentiment that unites two beings in one joy and in one sorrow was unknown to her bosom. Was he in his tomb so was she free to search out other victims and glut herself with destruction until she herself should at the last day be consumed with the earth itself? Such is the fatal law to which the dead are subject when awoke by the arts of necromancy from the sleep of the grave. She now began to fix her bloodthirsty lips on Valter's breast when cast into a profound sleep by the odor of her violet breath he reclined beside her quite unconscious of his impending fate. Yet, soon did his vital powers begin to decay and many a gray hair peeped through his raven locks. With his strength, his passion also declined and he now frequently left her in order to pass the whole day in the sports of the chase hoping thereby to regain his wanted vigor. As he was reposing one day in a wood beneath the shade of an oak he perceived on the summit of a tree a bird of strange appearance and quite unknown to him but before he could take aim at it with his bow it flew away into the clouds at the same time letting fall a rose-colored root which dropped at Valter's feet who immediately took it up and although he was well acquainted with almost every plant he could not remember to have seen any at all resembling this. Its delightfully odoriferous scent induced him to try its flavor but ten times more bitter than wormwood it was even as gall in his mouth upon which, impatient of the disappointment he flung it away with violence. Had he, however, been aware of its miraculous quality and that it acted as a counter charm against the opiate perfume of Brunhilde's breath he would have blessed it in spite of its bitterness. Thus do mortals often blindly cast away in displeasure the unsavory remedy that would otherwise work their wheel. When Valter returned home in the evening and laid him down to repose as usual by Brunhilde's side the magic power of her breath produced no effect upon him and for the first time during many months did he close his eyes in a natural slumber yet hardly had he fallen asleep ere a pungent, smarting pain disturbed him from his dreams and opening his eyes he discerned by the gloomy rays of a lamp that glimmered in the apartment what for some moments transfixed him quite aghast for it was Brunhilde drawing with her lips the warm blood from his bosom a wild cry of horror which at length escaped him terrified Brunhilde whose mouth was besmeared with the warm blood Monster! exclaimed he springing from the couch Is it thus that you love me? Aye, even as the dead love replied she with a malignant coldness creature of blood continued Valter the delusion which has so long blinded me is at an end Thou art the fiend who has destroyed my children who has murdered the offspring of my vassals raising herself upwards and at the same time casting on him a glance that froze him to the spot with dread she replied it is not I who have murdered them I was obliged to pamper myself with warm youthful blood in order that I might satisfy thy furious desires Thou art the murderer these dreadful words summoned before Valter's terrified conscience the threatening shades of all those who had thus perished while despair choked his voice Why? continued she in a tone that increased his horror Why does thou make mouths at me like a puppet? Thou who hath the courage to love the dead to take into thy bed one who had been sleeping in the grave the bedfellow of the worm who hast clasped in thy lustful arms the corruption of the tomb dust thou unhallowed as thou art now raise this hideous cry for the sacrifice of a few lives they are but leaves swept from their branches by a storm come chase these idiot fancies and taste the bliss thou hast so dearly purchased so saying she extended her arms towards him but this motion served only to increase his terror and exclaiming a cursed being he rushed out of the apartment end of part two of Wake Not the Dead recording by Louise J. Bell Sebastopol, California part three of Wake Not the Dead this is a LibriVox recording all LibriVox recordings are in the public domain for more information or to volunteer please visit LibriVox.org recording by Louise J. Bell part three of Wake Not the Dead all the horrors of a guilty, up-braiding conscience became his companions now that he was awakened from the delirium of his unholy pleasures frequently did he curse his own obstinate blindness for having given no heed to the hints and admonitions of his children's nurses but treating them as vile calamities but his sorrow was now too late for although repentance may gain pardon for the sinner it cannot alter the immutable decrees of fate it cannot recall the murdered from the tomb no sooner did the first break of dawn appear than he set out for his lonely castle in the mountains determined no longer to abide under the same roof with so terrific a being yet vain was his flight for on waking the following morning he perceived himself in Brunhilde's arms and quite entangled in her long raven tresses which seemed to involve him and bind him in the fetters of his fate the powerful fascination of her breath held him still more captivated so that forgetting all that had passed he returned her caresses until, awakening as from a dream he recoiled in unmixed horror from her embrace during the day he wandered through the solitary wilds of the mountains as a culprit seeking an asylum from his pursuers and at night retired to the shelter of a cave fearing less to couch himself within such a dreary place than to expose himself to the horror of again meeting Brunhilde but alas it was in vain that he endeavored to flee her again when he awoke he found her the partner of his miserable bed nay had he sought the center of the earth as his hiding place had he even embedded himself beneath rocks or formed his chamber in the recesses of the ocean still had he found her his constant companion or by calling her again into existence he had rendered himself inseparably hers so fatal were the links that united them struggling with the madness that was beginning to seize him and brooding incessantly on the ghastly visions that presented themselves to his horror-stricken mind he lay motionless in the gloomiest recesses of the woods even from the rise of sun till the shades of Eve but no sooner was the light of day extinguished in the west and the woods buried in impenetrable darkness than the apprehension of resigning himself to sleep drove him forth among the mountains the storm played wildly with the fantastic clouds with the rattling leaves as they were caught up into the air as if some dread spirit was sporting with these images of transitoriness and decay it roared among the summits of the oaks as if uttering a voice of fury while its hollow sound, rebounding among the distant hills seemed as the moans of a departing sinner or as the faint cry of some wretch expiring under the murderer's hand the owl, too, uttered its ghastly cry as if foreboding the wreck of nature Valter's hair flew disorderly in the wind like black snakes breathing around his temples and shoulders while each sense was awake to catch fresh horror in the clouds he seemed to behold the forms of the murdered in the howling wind to hear their laments and groans in the chilling blast itself he felt the dire kiss of Brunhilda in the cry of the screeching bird he heard her voice in the moldering leaves he scented the charnel bed out of which he had awakened her murderer of thy own offspring exclaimed he in a voice making night and the conflict of the elements still more hideous paramour of a bloodthirsty vampire reveler with the corruption of the tomb while in his despair he rent the wild locks from his head just then the full moon darted from beneath the bursting clouds and the sight recalled to his remembrance the advice of the sorcerer when he trembled at the first apparition of Brunhilda rising from her sleep of death namely to seek him at the season of the full moon in the mountains where three roads met scarcely had this gleam of hope broke in on his bewildered mind then he flew to the appointed spot on his arrival Valter found the old man seated there upon a stone as calmly as though it had been a bright sunny day and completely regardless of the uproar around art thou come then? exclaimed he to the breathless wretch who flinging himself at his feet cried in a tone of anguish oh save me sucker me rescue me from the monster that scatters death and desolation around her wherefore a mysterious warning why didst thou not rather disclose to me at once all the horrors that awaited my sacrilegious profanation of the grave and wherefore a mysterious warning why didst thou not perceivest how wholesome was the advice wake not the dead weren't thou able to listen to another voice than that of thy impetuous passions did not thy eager impatience shut my mouth at the very moment I would have cautioned thee true true thy reproof is just but what does it avail now I need the promptest aid well replied the old man there remains even yet a means of rescuing thyself but it is fraught with horror and demands all thy resolution utter it then utter it for what can be more appalling more hideous than the misery I now endure no then continued the sorcerer that only on the night of the new moon does she sleep the sleep of mortals and then all the supernatural power that she inherits from the grave totally fails her tis then that thou must murder her how murder her echoed valter hi returned the old man calmly pierce her bosom with a sharpened dagger which I will furnish thee with at the same time renounce her memory forever swearing never to think of her intentionally and that if thou dust involuntarily thou wilt repeat the curse most horrible yet what can be more horrible than she herself is I'll do it sleep then this resolution until the next new moon what must I wait until then cried valter alas ere then either her savage thirst for blood will have forced me into the night of the tomb or horror will have driven me into the night of madness nay cried the sorcerer that I can prevent and so saying he conducted him to a cavern further among the mountains abide here twice seven days said he so long can I protect thee against her deadly caresses here wilt thou find all due provision for thy wants but take heed that nothing tempt thee to quit this place farewell when the moon renews itself then do I repair hither again so saying the sorcerer drew a magic circle around the cave and then immediately disappeared twice seven days did valter continue in this solitude where his companions were his own terrifying thoughts and his bitter repentance the present was all desolation and dread the future presented the image of a horrible deed which he must perforce commit while the past was empoisoned by the memory of his guilt did he think on his former happy union with Brunhilda her horrible image presented itself to his imagination with her lips defiled with dropping blood or did he call to mind the peaceful days he had passed with Svanhilda he beheld her sorrowful spirit with the shadows of her murdered children such were the horrors that attended him by day those of night were still more dreadful for then he beheld Brunhilda herself who, wandering round the magic circle which she could not pass called upon his name till the cavern re-echoed the horrible sound valter, my beloved, cried she wherefore dost thou avoid me art thou not mine, for ever mine mine here and mine hereafter and dost thou seek to murder me ah, commit not a deed which hurls us both to perdition thyself as well as me in this manner did the horrible visitant torment him each night and even when she departed robbed him of all repose the night of the new moon at length arrived dark as the deed it was doomed to bring forth the sorcerer entered the cavern come, said he to valter let us depart hence the hour is now arrived and he forthwith conducted him in silence from the cave to a coal-black steed the sight of which recalled to valter's remembrance the fatal night he then related to the old man Brunhilda's nocturnal visits and anxiously inquired whether her apprehensions of eternal perdition would be fulfilled or not mortal eye exclaimed the sorcerer may not pierce the dark secrets of another world or penetrate the deep abyss that separates earth from heaven valter hesitated to mount the steed be resolute exclaimed his companion but this once is it granted to thee to make the trial and should thou fail now not can rescue thee from her power what can be more horrible than she herself I am determined and he leapt upon the horse the sorcerer mounting also behind him carried with a rapidity equal to that of the storm that sweeps across the plane they in brief space arrived at valter's castle all the doors flew open at the bidding of his companion and they speedily reached Brunhilda's chamber and stood beside her couch reclining in a tranquil slumber she reposed in all her native loveliness every trace of horror had disappeared from her countenance she looked so pure meek and innocent that all the sweet hours of their endearments rushed to valter's memory like interceding angels pleading in her behalf his unnerved hand could not take the dagger which the sorcerer presented to him the blow must be struck even now said the latter should thou delay but an hour she will lie at daybreak on thy bosom sucking the warm life drops from thy heart horrible most horrible faltered the trembling valter and turning away his face he thrust the dagger into her bosom exclaiming I curse thee forever and the cold blood gushed upon his hand opening her eyes once more she cast a look of ghastly horror on her husband and in a hollow dying accent said thou too art doomed to perdition lay now thy hand upon her corpse said the sorcerer and swear the oath valter did as commanded saying never will I think of her with love never recall her to mind intentionally and should her image recur to my mind involuntarily so will I exclaim to it be thou accursed thou hast now done everything returned the sorcerer restore her therefore to the earth from which thou didst so foolishly recall her and be sure to recollect thy oath for shouldst thou forget it but once she would return and thou wouldst be inevitably lost adieu we see each other no more having uttered these words he quitted the apartment and valter also fled from this abode of horror having first given direction that the corpse should be speedily interred again did the terrific brunhilde repose within her grave but her image continually haunted valter's imagination so that his existence was one continued martyrdom in which he continually struggled to dismiss from his recollection the hideous phantoms of the past yet the stronger his effort to banish them so much the more frequently and the more vividly did they return as the night wanderer who is enticed by a fire wisp into quagmire or bog sinks the deeper into his damp grave the more he struggles to escape his imagination seemed incapable of admitting any other image than that of brunhilde now he fancied he beheld her expiring the blood streaming from her beautiful bosom at others he saw the lovely bride of his youth who reproached him with having disturbed the slumbers of the tomb and to both he was compelled to utter the dreadful words I curse thee forever the terrible implication was constantly passing his lips yet was he in incessant terror lest he should forget it or dream of her without being able to repeat it and then on a waking find himself in her arms else would he recall her expiring words and appalled at their terrific import imagine that the doom of his perdition was irrecoverably past whence should he fly from himself or how erase from his brain these images and forms of horror in the din of combat in the tumult of war and its incessant poor victory to defeat from the cry of anguish to the exultation of victory in these he hoped to find at least the relief of distraction but here too he was disappointed the giant fang of apprehension now seized him who had never before known fear each drop of blood that sprayed upon him seemed the cold blood that had gushed from Brunhilde's wound each dying wretch that fell beside him looked like her when expiring she exclaimed thou too art doomed to perdition so that the aspect of death seemed more full of dread to him than ought beside and this unconquerable terror compelled him to abandon the battlefield at length after many a weary and fruitless wandering he returned to his castle here all was deserted and silent as if the sword or a still more deadly pestilence had laid everything waste for the few inhabitants that still remained and even those servants who had once shown themselves the most attached now fled from him as though he had been branded with the mark of Cain with horror he perceived that by uniting himself as he had done with the dead he had cut himself off from the living who refused to hold any intercourse with him often when he stood on the battlements of his castle and looked down upon desolate fields he compared their present solitude with the lively activity they were want to exhibit under the strict but benevolent discipline of Svanhilda he now felt that she alone could reconcile him to life but durst he hope that one whom he so deeply aggrieved could pardon him and receive him again impatience at length got the better of fear he sought Svanhilda and with the deepest contrition acknowledged his complicated guilt embracing her knees as he beseeched her to pardon him and to return to his desolate castle in order that it might again become the abode of contentment and peace the pale form which she beheld at her feet the shadow of the lately blooming youth touched Svanhilda the folly, said she gently though it has caused me much sorrow has never excited my resentment or my anger but say, where are my children? to this dreadful interrogation the agonized father could for a while frame no reply at length he was obliged to confess the dreadful truth then we are sundered forever returns Svanhilda nor could all his tears or supplications prevail upon her to revoke the sentence she had given stripped of his last earthly hope bereft of his last consolation and thereby rendered as poor as mortal can possibly be on this side of the grave Falter returned homewards when as he was riding through the forest in the neighborhood of his castle absorbed in his gloomy meditations the sudden sound of a horn roused him from his reverie shortly after he saw a peer a female figure clad in black and mounted on a steed of the same color her attire was like that of a huntress but instead of a falcon she bore a raven in her hand and she was attended by a gay troop of cavaliers and dames the first salutations being passed he found that she was proceeding the same road as himself and when she found that Falter's castle was close at hand she requested that he would lodge her for that night the evening being far advanced most willingly did he comply with this request since the appearance of the beautiful stranger had struck him greatly so wonderfully did she resemble Svanhilda except that her locks were brown and her eye dark and full of fire with a sumptuous banquet did he entertain his guests whose mirth and songs enlivened the lately silent halls three days did this revelry continue and so exhilarating did it prove to Falter that he seemed to have forgotten his sorrows and his fears nor could he prevail upon himself to dismiss his visitors dreading lest on their departure the castle would seem a hundred times more desolate than before and his grief be proportionally increased at his earnest request the stranger consented to stay seven and again another seven days without being requested she took upon herself the superintendence of the household which she regulated as discreetly and cheerfully as Svanhilda had been want to do so that the castle, which had so lately been the abode of melancholy and horror became the residence of pleasure and festivity and Valter's grief disappeared altogether in the midst of so much gaiety daily did his attachment to the fair unknown increase he even made her his confidant and one evening as they were walking together apart from any of her train he related to her his melancholy and frightful history my dear friend returned she as soon as he had finished his tale it ill-be-seems a man of thy discretion to afflict thyself on account of all this thou hast awakened the dead from the sleep of the grave and afterwards found what might have been anticipated that the dead possess no sympathy with life what then thou wilt not commit this error a second time thou hast however murdered the being whom thou hadst thus recalled again to existence but it was only an appearance for thou couldst not deprive that of life which properly had none thou hast too lost a wife and two children yet thy years such a loss is most easily repaired there are beauties who will gladly share thy couch and make thee again a father but thou dreadst the reckoning of hereafter go open the graves and ask the sleepers there whether that hereafter disturbs them in such manner would she frequently exhort and cheer him so that in a short time his melancholy entirely disappeared he now ventured to declare to the unknown the passion with which she had inspired him nor did she refuse him her hand within seven days afterwards the nuptials were celebrated and the very foundations of the castle seemed to rock from the wild tumultuous uproar of unrestrained riot the wine streamed in abundance the goblets circled incessantly in temperance reached its utmost bounds while shouts of laughter almost resembling madness burst from the numerous train belonging to the unknown at length Valter heated with wine and love conducted his bride into the nuptial chamber but oh horror scarcely had he clasped her in his arms ere she transformed herself into a monstrous serpent which entwining him in its horrid folds crushed him to death flames crackled on every side of the apartment in a few minutes after the whole castle was enveloped in a blaze that consumed it entirely while as the walls fell in with a tremendous crash a voice exclaimed aloud wake not the dead end of part three end of wake not the dead recording by Louise J. Bell Sebastopol, California


Coming up on DTNS Spotify wants to make TV out of podcasts. Employees love working from home and Amazon announces all the hardware things This is the Daily Tech News for Thursday, September 24th, 2020. From Studio Redwood, I am Sarah Lane In lovely Cleveland, Ohio, I'm Rich Schiropolino From Oakland, California, I'm Justin Romano And I'm the show's producer, Roger Chang Before the show started on Good Day Internet, we were talking about getting toad and life throwing you curveballs and, uh, why having a swimming pool is a big old money pit If you want to know more about that, get the wider conversation in our expanded show, Good Day Internet, become a member at patreon.com slash DTNS for all of that For now, let's start with a few tech things you should know Twitter told the Verge the company will soon start testing voice DMs in Brazil The new audio DMs will have a simple play pause button and there's a report message option if the recipient needs to use it Twitter started rolling out support for audio tweets for iOS back in June, but received criticism that failed to factor in accessibility before launch Twitter design chief Dantley Davis told Protocol that the company has since changed its product development process so that accessibility is always factored into new features Sling TV launched Sling Watch Party in beta, letting up to four people watch synced content throughout a desktop Chrome browser tab The feature works with live programming, including a text chat, Watch Party host control, pausing and rewinding controls Epic Games, Spotify and Match have all formed the Coalition for App Fairness Alliance that seeks to change app stores, notably Apples and Googles Marketplace rules, which the coalition says gives unfair advantage to their own products and services Epic sued both Apple and Google for removing Fortnite from their app stores, though a spokesperson said that the group wasn't created directly in response to that lawsuit, but as a social welfare organization pushing for legal and regulatory changes The new deadline for a block on distributing TikTok in US app stores is September 27th. Ahead of that, ByteDance filed an injunction request Wednesday arguing that the order violates constitutional protections against free speech and due process Washington DC District Court Judge Carl J. Nichols will hear the request. Meanwhile, ByteDance continues to seek approval from commerce authorities in China for a deal with Oracle and Walmart Several Chinese state media outlets have argued against the deal, but the government has not commented Bloomberg sources say India's biggest telecom, Jio, has started working with at least two domestic manufacturers to make 150 to 200 million Android smartphones These will be for 4,000 rupees each, that's 54 bucks. Jio reportedly wants to entice the 350 million basic and feature phone users still relying on 2G service in the country to upgrade and gain access to Jio's 4G network, which would help Jio transform into a digital services provider and one of the biggest smartphone vendors Google Maps will start rolling out a COVID-19 layer option on iOS and Android this week, showing the spread of the pandemic in states, counties, and even some cities. Areas on the map will be color coded based on case rate using a seven day average of confirmed cases with labels showing if cases are increasing or decreasing Case data is pulled from Johns Hopkins COVID-19 dashboard, The New York Times, and Wikipedia The UK government's NHS COVID-19 contact tracing app began rolling out across England and Wales on September 23 The app supports Google and Apple's Exposure Notification API, as well as scanning QR codes to register visits to specific locations Alright, let's talk a little more about the airlines, they're struggling, and they want your business, right Justin? Oh yeah Sarah, United Airlines will launch a pilot to offer COVID-19 tests to passengers The trial will begin on October 15 and offer tests to passengers flying from San Francisco to Hawaii Ordinarily, passengers would be required to undergo a two-week quarantine after arriving But United worked with the Hawaiian government and health regulators to meet requirements so there would be a pre-trip negative test And therefore the passengers would not have to quarantine Tests can either be done using an at-home kit from color, which would be requested 10 days before the trip and submitted 72 hours before flying Or use the Abbott ID Now rapid COVID-19 test at SFO, which would return results within 15 minutes So I don't want to be a naysayer because I understand, first of all, United Airlines is like, you know, let's get people flying again, you know, let's help them out Hawaii also well known for being a destination that relies on tourism very heavily, very hard hit by this Because people don't want to go to Hawaii and quarantine for two weeks before they can enjoy their vacation But both of the tests sound like, you know, they're like, they both suck for different reasons If you take a test 72 hours before your trip starts and you're negative, you still have some time to get COVID before you go on vacation Now, you know, obviously people should be responsible, but people aren't responsible The other option is taking the test at SFO, you're packed, you're already wearing your Hawaiian shirt, you're ready to go, can't wait And then all of a sudden you've got a positive test and now you're at an airport and that's a whole other thing But this is definitely a step in the right direction because, you know, people are, you know, people want to travel You know, we need to figure out ways to safely be able to move that needle forward And yet people don't want to get COVID and that's where this is, you know, the rubbers meeting the road with United You know, they announced that they were doing away with change fees as a way to entice people coming back And this is something that I wouldn't be shocked to see go a little farther Like those Abbott tests are not cheap, but then again, if you are factoring that cost into the idea that you could actually get Some of these routes moving again for United, maybe it's worth it And, you know, the next level on this which might be a little scary is like, okay, well, is it only for first class customers Or are they going to like wall off or bubble off of people that got the test so they know that they are getting their COVID free And the rest of everybody is just rolling the dice Well, and the other thing that I have a question about is how scalable this is, you know, this is on like what one or two flights a day at most You know, currently kind of in this trial one specific airport one specific location, obviously, you know, why any kind of island destination is going to There certainly is an incentive right for them to want to quarantine everybody and to get this kind of testing would be would be certainly effective You know, the question is, you know, how again like that's a lot of that's a lot of management one of like sending tests to people and just like is that is the The number of tests there to kind of move this beyond a pilot project. I mean, certainly United is certainly seems willing to throw some money at this, which I guess doesn't hurt But that's the that's my question is like how do you make this work beyond just this one instance having having having taken the Abbott test I've taken the Abbott now test you need the machinery, the swab and a tech so it's like there is a world in which that is a more high capacity thing The question that I would ask to all of our dear listeners is flying for some people is anxious business enough. Do you want to tag on a COVID test which is something else that brings anxiety to various people And even if this all works out great, particularly the test from color, you know, I can barely make my flight half the time requesting something 10 days before my trip like, okay, well, we all have to Work in advance a little bit more, you know, no last minute flying for some time now submitted 72 hours before flying, you know what if it's 70 then you know you got a bunch of angry customers and there's a lot of customer service that has to happen and You know, the airlines deal with a lot of that anyway so yeah it's it'll be interesting if anybody wants to fly to Hawaii and let's us know how their experiences please write us feedback at daily tech news.com All right moving on Google released an employee survey which found that 62% of employees want to return to their offices at some point, just not every day 10% of employees didn't want to come back to the office at all 15% said they'd like to come into the office ad hoc or for specific events. According to an interview with alphabet CEO Sundar Prachai, the company is working on new hybrid work models to adapt including rearranging its offices, figuring out more long term remote work options. And back in July Google announced it was extending its work from home policy until July 2021 so they have some time to work some kinks out here but you know, having been at workplaces in the past where there was no work from home option unless you were deathly ill. You had to be there because that's what being a team player meant. You know, knowing that 62% of employees are like, I don't want to go in there every day. I don't have to go in there every day. That's what I was saying all that time. But nobody cared because it's just you know it just seems like you were trying to play hooky. So you know this is what companies have to do. Well, it's, I think where we're going to land with all this is that a lot of these Silicon Valley companies including Google, Apple and the like have created a culture where work from home was fairly well tolerated. In fact, a lot of these companies really pioneered the idea of infinite vacation days, meaning that you didn't have X amount of vacation days. Now, a lot of that is kind of tricky because they didn't want to give a bunch of engineers that never took vacation days, the things that they could just cash out gigantic checks when they left. But I think that's where we're going. Where we're going is stay home if you have a sniffle, right? Also, if you're just kind of feeling like not coming into the office, stay home, that's fine. You can keep the wheels moving long term. I think this does affect the footprint of these companies. I don't know if we're ever going to see something like one hacker way like Facebook built or the Googleplex ever again. I just like the 15% of employees that are on a power trip that just want to comment. I just want to feel like it. I'll show up at the office. I'll get the free snacks and then I'm going to go back home. When I worked TechCrunch, which was a team of writers, they weren't all based in San Francisco, but most of them were. It was an office that I went to all the time because I was on the video team, but the writers just kind of came and went. Most of them didn't. Some people just liked being in an office environment. It was the first place I ever worked where I was like, they just come in if they feel like it. And sometimes you just never see them and the folks in charge were like, yeah, as long as they're writing, we don't care where they are. Being a writer is a little bit different than a lot of other jobs, but it worked. There was a level of trust there and accountability that if you've got that, you do have a lot more flexibility than being in one building. All right, well, the Facebook oversight board will begin hearing appeals on content decisions on the platform as soon as mid or late October, according to board member Julie Owano. The board will consider decisions to leave up content at launch, but initially only if Facebook itself refers a case to it. Users at some point will be able to have a user who will be able to appeal leave up decisions as well as soon as possible, but a system for appeals has been delayed due to technical and privacy challenges. At launch, user submitted content moderation appeals will be available across 18 languages. The Facebook oversight board was first proposed by Mark Zuckerberg way back in 2018 and is set up as an independent trust. Facebook has committed to implementing the board's content decisions unless dooming so breaks the law. So it's been a while that we've been hearing about this considering this we've heard naming of board members and what powers of you know what how they will be able to moderate content. So there's a lot of criticism over their original kind of mandates and that seems to have changed now. You know, Justin, does this kind of does this do anything to solve the issues surrounding Facebook when it comes to content moderation? Best thing the Facebook can hope for with this is that it's a security blanket that people feel good about because they're able to report to something. And you know, maybe if the board has an adversarial relationship with Facebook that people will feel better that there's some kind of actual watchdog here. If it doesn't, then it will just be looked at as an ineffectual nub on the edge of this behemoth that is swallowing all of our privacy and data like so much krill. I do have to wonder, you know, being named to the board there. I mean, that has to seem at a certain point like a like a tremendous opportunity, right? Like if you're if you're passionate about, you know, you have a platform as large as Facebook and being able to have some some way to shape the content that appears on there.  Like, you know, to the to the board members of that board. That's a that's a fine line that you have to walk for sure. Yeah, I mean, the thing with the oversight board is, all right, duck announced it in 2018 and people went, hmm, all right, well, let's let's see how this goes. Then it's delayed because they're technical and privacy issues that the company has to work out. And then they kind of stopped talking about it for a while and then people come back around and go, well, where's that oversight board? We got an election year. We're getting close here. You know, let's let's let's see what's going on here Facebook. So yeah, I think there's a lot of like announcement. We're on it. And then, oh yeah, now we have to do this. Spotify announced a partnership today with production company churn in entertainment with credits including Ford versus Ferrari hidden figures and New Girl to turn its original Spotify exclusive podcast into TV shows and movies. And churn in will get a first look deal a.k.a. first dib writes on pitching development of content that Spotify owns churn in Spotify and Pineapple Street media have already begun work on a TV adaptation of the clearing and Spotify owned Ghiblet media previously turned it show homecoming into a prime video original original series. Yeah, it's the DT and S movies coming soon. We just got to get by. You can't say that Sarah because then people are going to get scared that that DT and S sold to Spotify while we didn't we didn't. With that lies and it's this is also you know what I first read this this morning. I was like what podcast turned into TV shows. It's like, you know, it's kind of fiction episodic stuff that has done well. And there is a lot of that and there are some podcasts. A passenger list comes to mind. I think I'm the only one on the team whoever listened to that but like that was a gripping fun. I think it was like eight or 10 episode audio series. And I think that podcasts is it's such a great testing ground. Do people like this? Do we have good listenership? You know, does the audience seem engaged or people talking about it online? Well, that's a lot cheaper to figure something out story wise than creating a first season of a television show, you know, or trying to turn something into a movie. That can happen later on when you know that the the user base, the listener base, the viewer base, all of those things is already in place. All right, who's I'm ready to be the bad guy. This is a this is bad. This is a bad story. Effectively, the greatest thing about podcasting is that everybody owns their own thing, right? Now every podcast wants bigger audiences and Spotify is in on some level saying, look, we're growing our listenership. We are going to promote the things that we own the biggest so you could have a shot at that. We could also money up front or we can give you money for all the things that you've built if you're Joe Rogan or Gimlet or something like that. But ultimately, this is them making their money back. This is them saying, OK, well, anything that you could have sold as a movie or a television show. Now we're going to get money to have a first look deal that then we are going to be earning the lion share of that cash and not the creator who made the thing. And I think it also reflects the fact that it I mean to your point, Justin, you have the money up front that there's only so many public radio stations to put out like these high profile, you know, serial kind of type where you have to have extensive research. You know, some podcasts require years of research and upfront work to kind of put that together. Someone's got to pay for that. So, you know, it also kind of reflects that there is to hit this level of professionalism that that, you know, a lot of podcasts are maintaining now, you know, requires investment and Spotify is certainly there to see that and reap the rewards later as well. Yeah. I mean, although some people just do it independently, like raise that it season two first episode on October 4th. Find the trailer on my Twitter at Justin Arion. To get all the tech headlines each day in about five minutes, subscribe to DailyTechHeadlines.com. All right. We have a lot of hardware news from Amazon. They had a hardware event and boy, did they have a lot to talk about. So we're going to do the same. Amazon announced their cloud gaming platform called Luna, launching initially on PC, Mac, Fire TV, iPhone and iPad through the browser, eventually coming to Android. The service will launch with a $5.99 per month introductory price, providing access to Luna plus channels games to up to two devices at once with 4k 60 frames per second streaming on select games. There'll be over 100 games in the Luna plus channel and Amazon will partner to offer different channels highlighting different genres and publishing with an Ubisoft channel in development. Luna will offer integrated Twitch streams in the service and Twitch users will be able to launch Luna games as well. Amazon is offering a, you know what her name is, enabled a Luna controller for $49.99, but games can also be played with a keyboard and a mouse. So now we have all the rage, man. We have the big three public cloud providers all kind of putting their streaming game stakes in the ground, you know, Amazon kind of being the last one to the table, you know, among Google Microsoft. And interesting approach now with this channel based kind of offering Luna plus, you know, as his own discrete package, having, you know, Ubisoft other publishers kind of putting together their own packages. We're not sure yet if those are going to be charged separately where, you know, you can just only get the Ubisoft thing if that's if those are your games, but we will. It's an interesting approach as opposed to Xboxes and Stadia is kind of all in one configurations for theirs. Yeah, it's an interesting idea and I will leave it up to the gamers in the audience to tell me whether or not it's a compelling idea in general.  All right, well, speaking of cheap, these may be at that price level the Echo smart speaker lineup now offers a spherical design there's a new echo out starting at $99. And it includes the AZ one neural edge chip to do voice processing directly on the device what's not punting it back to the cloud supposed to deliver much higher faster performance. It also features built in a Zigbee hub and supports Amazon sidewalk networking protocol that's their big mesh networking play. It's shipping October 22nd. The Echo dot is also getting the new spherical design and starts at $49.99. And there's also a model with an LED clock for $10 more shipping October 22nd and November 5th, respectively. You know, anybody up for Nexus Q version 2.0 here with these these round echoes. I love them. I think they look cool. It certainly it certainly sets them apart from a variety of other speakers. I know the LED clock is like some people are like whatever. Honestly, if there was a clock on every single device in my house, I would be the happiest person ever put a clock on every smart speaker I have because they they're just, you know, they just sit there otherwise. We have said this before, I'll say it again. If Amazon can put their voice assistant on paper clips, they will. They just want it to be accessible. So you think of that name before you think of any other name. This is a highly competitive genre. And I'm just excited to see that we've passed a mile marker where no longer do we have the tower like we now have nostalgia for these voice assistant smart speakers, which is mind blowing to me. Hey, by the way, there's a new fire TV stick that Amazon announced and a fire TV stick light, which offers HD streaming with HDR support and a redesigned interface, including profiles and a favorite shortcut bar. The fire TV stick light has a slower processor and a remote that doesn't include volume controls. The standard TV stick is $39.99 and the light is $29.99 both shipping September 30th. Who's got stocking stuffers to buy? That's about right. Yeah. Good prices. Good prices here. You know, the stick lights and not having volume controls might be slightly annoying, but hey, 30 bucks. Yeah. Guest room, kids room, your aunt, Sally, your uncle Todd, you can't think what they want. Sally doesn't need anything more than the light. Just whatever. Get them the light and that's it.  You watch Miss Maisel. It's an absolute dream. Rich, is this the sort of thing you'd give as a stocking stuffer? Kids? No, only because I'm weird with not giving things that you need a subscription to for gifts. Right. Here's this thing. Now you pay. It's my own cheapness being reflected on my friends. Well, there's also the Echo Show 10. This one's new because it has a motorized swiveling base to ensure that it's always facing you. I love this. It also includes a 13 megapixel camera. It will use the base to keep you in frame during video calls. Maybe you're, I don't know, cooking and talking to Aunt Sally at the same time, moving around, dancing, making TikToks. It also includes the new AZ1 chip, a Zigbee hub, Bluetooth, L E and sidewalk support and Netflix support now available on show devices. Pre-orders for the show 10 open tomorrow for $249.99 shipping sometime before the holidays. I really do. I mean, even I don't do a lot of video calling on my Echo Show because I don't know. I don't like talking to people in general, but I do find that depending on where I am, because I've tried to figure out where to put the Echo Show, that's the best part. And I've decided that it's my kitchen, but at certain angles, I can't see anything. So if there was some way to just not even have it follow me when I'm moving, but just be able to easily swivel it without moving the entire unit, that's just nice. The key to this will be like how it moves because if it's like, if it's like has this like more like soft organic, like it could almost be like kind of almost have like a wally kind of feel to it. Whereas if it's if it's too abrasive, then that's like the creep factor coming in. What I really want though is when it doesn't understand you that it just like kind of tilts the screen sideways like it's sad. Like it's like, I'm sorry, I couldn't, I couldn't do it. So the reality of all these devices is that where you want a smart screen isn't always where you want a camera. And so now, if you just wanted like a little picture, like for example, in our living room, we've got our little Echo Show that is by our couch, right? But if we're talking to family and that's part of the pitch, right? That's what all the commercials is about is see the cute niece or nephew or grandchild on this device. Now me and my wife have to like kind of sit like like we're like peacock feathers, like like slowly like slightly apart from each other while we're sitting next to each other on the couch. But this I think where this is going is saying, no, the camera will move. You don't need to like it can sit exactly where you need it to be in that moment and it'll move to find you when you need to have the conversation. Right. Well, hey, if you want new developer tools and frameworks for voice assistance, Amazon has you covered. First up, there's Sidekick, which can read books with kids. There's also a new voice profile for kids, which will switch to a kid friendly mode if it attacks a kid's voice, also possibly insult a full grown adult and improvements to conversational and home monitoring capabilities. Amazon says the assistant may start asking some context based questions to help it better understand what to do and improve intonation depending on the context of conversations using Amazon's neural text to speech technology. Follow-up mode then, which lets users not have to keep using a wake word in the middle of a conversation will let multiple people participate in these ongoing chats. Then there's the new guard feature, which will try to detect and filter out a baby crying, a dog barking and the sound of snoring, depending on communication. That's very loud snoring. And there's also a $4.99 a month premium version, which will detect the sound of footfalls, doors closing and opening possible Foley artists in your home as well. And I'll give you access to an emergency hotline. A new command will also let users wipe the slate clean by saying, delete everything I ever said. Oh, yeah, having a bad day. Now you just have that one command. You know what? You know what?   I like I love how the premium version of the guard feature, which is cool.  And that happens somewhat often when I'm asking her something and she can't understand what I'm saying. It would be so great if that could be filtered out as like this is a known sound to not take into consideration. But I love how you got to pay a premium version. You want that door closing and opening to be filtered out. Well, that's a subscription. Here we go. Audio noise as a service. Amazon announced the hundred and twenty nine dollars and ninety nine cents Eero six and the two hundred and twenty nine dollar ninety nine cent Eero pro six mesh Wi-Fi routers. The internet people love it. It also has an eighty nine ninety nine Eero six extend your all support Wi-Fi six and have a built in Zigbee hub. All can support more than seventy five devices combined simultaneously. All three products launch November second packages range from two Eero six routers for one hundred ninety nine or three for two hundred and seventy nine and a two pack of Eero pro six routers for three hundred ninety nine or sorry two pack for three hundred ninety nine or three four five hundred ninety nine. There we go. And the big deal I saw with these I saw Dan Sefert tweet this out. He'd kind of confirmed this with Amazon. The big deal with this is these are the first Wi-Fi six kind of mesh routers that will allow you to use integrate them into a Wi-Fi five system as well. So you can kind of gradually build out your system eventually if you want to do a whole home Wi-Fi six kind of thing. There were a few more announcements in Amazon's hardware event but we we'd be remiss if we did not include the ring always home cam a small autonomous drone that flies around your house with a 1080p camera when you're not home. It's not supposed to be flying around when you are home. It's supposed to be making sure everything's safe. The drone is autonomous with users mapping their house beforehand so it knows where to go and not crashing to the wall directing where they want the drone to go or not go. It can also be integrated with ring alarm systems to investigate disturbances if there are any. The camera is blocked when the drone is docked. So you know it's just it's doing its job for a specific purpose and Amazon says it makes enough noise. So you'll know when it's around it's not going to sneak up on you and be some you know flying drone. Well we Amazon says it won't. But it does ship next year for $249.99. So my initial cynical thought is finally security theater that is not as subtle as the rest of rings product offerings. But I don't know. I don't hate this. I think it's I mean it's certainly pricey at $250. But especially like you know if you have a rental property or your vacation place or somewhere else where you just kind of want every once in a while. Take a walk through it without having to walk through it like this could be pretty helpful. Yeah absolutely. I'm just going to call the 2021 headline where you know this shows up on show Dan and someone's taking control of your tiny Amazon drone scaring terrifying headline that's theoretically possible. Also if you have a pet. I mean my cat would not go for this. Maybe she'd get used to it eventually. But boy you guys do it. It's fine. I guess. I guess. They got used to the room but they can get used to the drone. All right. 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