White Space Season 1

the toilet and peed. She stood, and the toilet flushed automatically.
    Nice bathroom.
    Where the hell am I?
    It had been a while since Sarah had been to Conway Medical Center, but she wouldn’t doubt if the hospital had this kind of cutting edge fancy stuff. Weird, though, that the doors didn’t have knobs. Perhaps it was a way to keep patients from wandering off at nighttime.
    Sarah wondered if it was, in fact, nighttime. The room was dark, but the lights were off and the curtains drawn. Any room would be dark under such circumstances. Sarah walked from the bathroom toward the curtain, figuring she’d see if it was in fact, nighttime. Or perhaps she could figure out where she was, by looking for landmarks.
    She parted the curtains and gasped at the impossibility.
    Sarah was staring at nothing but ink black sky, a billion stars, and the big blue marble of the planet Earth below.

    TO BE CONTINUED…

In WhiteSpace Season Two

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Author’s Note

    When I was around 11 or 12, I got my first television.
    We had a TV before then — my parents weren’t cruel — but this was MY first TV. For MY bedroom.
    It was a black and white set, with a screen much smaller than the laptop I have now. It didn’t come with a cable box. Just two antennae — one for VHF and one for UHF broadcast signals. I had less than 12 channels total to choose from, but for the next four years or so, this box would be my lifeline to entertainment.
    At the time, UHF stations were trying to compete with cable, and were showing uncut movies. This is decades before the FCC got in a tizzy over Janet Jackson’s nipple melting the minds of millions of young people during the Super Bowl. While my parents wouldn’t allow me to watch R-rated movies, they had no idea what was available on regular TV.
    So I’d stay up late at night, watching scary movies they’d never let me watch in the living room.
    Usually, I wound up watching old horror movies from when my mom was a kid, fitting, given I was watching on a black and white set. Other times, I’d get lucky and catch a newer movie like Halloween or Halloween 2 . Newer movies meant lots of violence, and sometimes even … boobies!
    When I was a kid, you had to work to find nudity! You had to hope your dad had some smutty magazines, have access to the pay cable stations, or a TV with a good UHF antenna.
    Because here’s the thing about stations broadcasting on the UHF stations — they had crappy signals. I can’t tell you how many movies and TV shows I watched through snow. Oftentimes, the signal would start off strong, and then halfway into the movie, the weather would change, and the signal would go to shit. It was an exercise in frustration to be watching a movie and miss the ending because the signal cut out.
    Maybe that’s why I love tormenting you with cliffhangers.
    Anyway, there is a point to all of this, beyond 11 year old me sneaking peeks at snowy boobies, I swear.
    Where I lived, there were three UHF stations that showed uncut movies. Then there were two more UHF stations that aired PBS, which also showed unedited movies sometimes, in addition to the very excellent Tom Baker-era Doctor Who episodes! And then there were two Spanish language TV stations, which seemed to show either really old movies, telenovelas, or horrible game shows where the prize always seemed to be something really lame, like a new toaster.
    But then there were these other stations …
    If I turned the dial (yeah, kids, there used to be a time when TVs didn’t have remotes!) just right — between two UHF channels — I’d sometimes pick up on stations