My thoughts were spinning around. Where did I get the new capsule from? What happened after I left the club? I couldn't have been to a ComRa event. That wouldn’t make sense. I decide to ask ComRa myself. Maybe they could tell me when and where I got the capsule. At the local ComRa headquarters, I only found closed doors. Nobody reacted to my ringing and knocking. This was strange as otherwise these people were always so communicative. As if they suspected that I wanted to ask some awkward questions. After my unsuccessful efforts to get someone to the door, I continue walking through the winter streets. A few blocks away, I accidentally discover a ComRa Events promoter. At first he was pleased to see. The Raverend is visiting the city again, he reported. Then I changed the subject and spoke to him about my capsule. I confronted him with the problems of the uncontrollable heat development of the capsules. He answered me that these were just some very unfortunate isolated cases. Nothing to worry about. Next I wanted to know from him how it could be that a few hours after I had removed the capsule, I accidentally found such a dangerous thing on my wrist. The promoter looked nervous and dodged my question. He mumbled excitedly into his headset. Afterwards he said that he couldn't explain it either and that my story sounded very unbelievable. Suddenly he was in a hurry and hastily said goodbye. This conversation didn't make me any wiser either. Rather, it raised more questions. But before I could even think about it, I was in a dim state. Someone held a moist handkerchief under my nose and my mind strayed into a colorful dream world. The surroundings became blurred while dreamlike melodies caressed my ear canal. With his magically light set, Med Aziz will mirror the dream world in which our protagonist finds himself unexpectedly and will let you become part of this cosmic journey into the unknown. Look forward to an hour of pure emotions and reverie.

The guys from Super Flu are paying us a courtesy call today and pack all their seven beats to accompany the audience into the future fiction vision of Simon Rucker of unterwegs-reiseblog.de. While menacingly dark clouds gather on the horizon and electrify people. Tension fills the air and uncertainty spreads. This tension puts people under strain and yet they still carry hope in their hearts. This ambivalence of the emotional world is being picked up brilliantly by Super Flu and shows their world class in the translation of the story into the universal language of music. They make full use of the repertoire of their many years as producers and DJs and convincingly prove us that music can move mountains… November 2039 We play in the fields behind the village. Our home is in the last block of houses. The paved road ends there and continues as a dirt track towards the edge of the forest. I do not know any details from here, but if I want, I can manage to run home in less than two minutes. Near the edge of the forest stands our little hut. We built it with old roof woodwork of my father. Kasim is standing next to me. The sky is getting dark. As I close the door behind me, I realize on the spot that tonight is not a normal night. No smell of food. No voices of the parents from the kitchen. The hallway is dark and somewhat eerie. I hear the muffled sounds of the screen in the living room. When I enter, my mother jumps up. Samuel, she says ... and grabs me by the arm…

Our island epic has entered the home straight for some time now. It is time to give the adventure around the enchanted island and its inhabitants a worthy ending and who could be better suited for this than the chief mystic of Katermukke himself Mister Dirty Doering. With a clap of thunder, he will give the drama another boost and thus elicit the secrets from the last chapter of our long story. Fasten your seatbelts and lean back for some top-notch entertainment which may will leave you drenched in sweat and lost in thought. A big thank goes to the wonderful author of this story, which has mesmerized us for such a long time, Simon Rucker! I am number 3,121 and on the way to my place of work. Years of relentless training and highly risky top-secret missions all over the planet have made me cold and ruthless. I analyze, calculate, adjust my actions for maximum efficiency. I am efficient. All my Brothers and Sisters from Unit 3 are efficient. Being efficient is our outstanding feature. I am number 3,121 and this mission is different than any before. That's what my conditioning could feel after the first introductory words of Unit 3.100. This mission is unlike anything that our kind has done so far. I'm number 3.121 and next to me sitting in the belly of the carrier, are the other one hundred numbers of my unit. Destination: a small uninhabited island in the tropical Atlantic. Mission: not yet completely known. But I know more. My conditioning puts the puzzle pieces together one by one. June 2018. A investigation report in the newspaper. After 51 weeks, the search crew of a large aircraft found the debris of a missing passenger plane. The crash site was said to be near a small uninhabited island in the tropical Atlantic. My conditioning need not be as strong as it is to count one and one together. A few days later. The same newspaper. A less objective background report. An American yacht was reported to be anchored in a bay on the island. Parts of the aircraft wreckage had been dragged onto the shore. The searchers had found remnants of an apparent simple dwelling on the edge of the forest near the beach. In addition, several fire pits. A few days later. A catchy tabloid leaflet. My conditioning filters, evaluates, sorts the facts. I recognize more than most others. I recognize many things. The report was from a notebook of two missing tourists who allegedly had hired the yacht. Search team members were interviewed on several pages after their return to the Americas. Interviews and photographs in front of a scenic picture of a wild jungle-covered island. Strange sounds and lights were reported to have been registered shortly before departure. A bad feeling descended upon everyone and overshadowed their last hours on the island...

Wenn wir vor den Empfangsgeräten wieder enger zusammenrücken und uns die alljährlichen Wiederholungen von Märchen- oder wahlweise Hollywoodklassikern mit prall gefüllten Plätzchenbäuchen anschauen und uns im Rundfunk wohlbekannten Melodien erwarten, dann kann das Fest der Liebe nicht mehr weit sein. Wir lehnen uns zurück in wohliger Gewissheit, was da kommen mag. The same procedure as every year, we are driving home for christmas with the same troubles like last christmas. Das letzte Geschenk wurde mal wieder nicht pünktlich geliefert, der Braten ist angebrannt, der Baum nicht symmetrisch und Schnee ist weit und breit nicht in Sicht. Doch dieses Jahr hat der Mann mit Rauschebart etwas ganz Besonderes für euch dabei. Himmlische Musik die eure Ohren wie süße Glocken umschmeichelt. Abwechslungsreich wie der Süßigkeiten-Teller unterm Tannenbaum und so freudenbringend, wie die kommende Nacht. Gebt fein Acht, denn Ante Perry hat für euch eine deep story mitgebracht! Wir wünschen euch schöne Feiertage und viel Spaß mit dem letzten Podcast für dieses Jahr!