Unna stumbled into Nami’s workshop looking defeated. “Are you okay?” Nami asked.

After a long time, “I’m not sure.” Unna managed to get out.

“What happened? You look like warmed-over shit? Weren’t you meditating? I thought that was supposed to be relaxing.” 

“Don’t be a dick.” Unna scolded. 

“Okay, so what’s up?”

“I’m not sure yet. I felt a power. No, that’s not right. I felt the antithesis of power. I felt Nothing.” Unna confessed.

“That makes no sense. We always feel nothing.” Nami looked confused.

“No, capital N Nothing. It was everything the All is not. I felt like I ceased to exist.” Unna stated without emotion. She was dissociated from the experience. 

“Can I do anything to help?” 

“No,” Unna responded flatly and then walked away. Unbeknownst to Nami, she headed to the temple. 

That was an unsettling conversation, Nami thought. I guess I’ll get back to my experiment. 

Nami had discovered radio frequencies and was experimenting with a transmitter powered by batteries he had made. He made two receivers. And astonishingly, he was able to transmit messages between the receivers. This was his life’s work. It’s taken him over 30 years to have a working radio. He reflected on what led him to discover this seemingly magical power and technology. 

Nami was polishing a piece of amber with a wool cloth. He noticed that when he rubbed the amber vigorously, the feathers on the table were drawn to the amber. When he touched the amber, he was shocked. After weeks of playing with amber rods and bits of fur, Nami finally understood that the tiny shocks he felt were more than a curious sting—they were a force. Not the All, but someother force. Maybe it was the ALL. Did I unlock a way to fix my disability? By spinning a resin disk against wool, he learned to gather static charge deliberately, watching metal flakes leap like frightened insects whenever he brought his charged rod near. That was when a new idea took root: if electricity could attract metal, perhaps it could move it. He wound thin copper wire into a tight coil and set a small iron needle inside it. When he brought a charged rod close, the needle twitched—first barely, then with a decisive snap—as if following an invisible command. Excited, he spun his static disk faster, feeding more charge into the coil until the needle jerked rhythmically. In that moment, he realized he had created something entirely new: a device where motion made electricity, and electricity made motion. A crude coil generator—born from sparks, curiosity, and the leap from static tricks to true power. Something entirely new: A crude coil generator—born from sparks, curiosity, and the leap from static tricks to true power. 

Nami’s experiments with sound led to experiments with electricity, which led to experiments with radio. Nami’s radio used his batteries, a generator, and a spark gap to communicate his signals. He used a type of binary code to communicate messages. A short spark is a 0, and a long spark is a 1. He figured that with time, he could use his knowledge of sound and electricity to send his voice over the radio. With the power of the All, no one found a use for his radio. He put receivers up in many different villages to test his distances and capabilities. His friends indulged his experiments, but they didn’t see the use. He wondered if this machine would someday give him what he most wanted, a link to the All.