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Twenty years after Covid-19 brought the world to a standstill, a man and a woman who were quarantined together as kids question the validity of their current romantic relationship. They salvage audio recordings left by their parents during the pandemic, our present, to come to terms with their trauma. This is a fictional audio drama that points out the humanity of our fateful present and examines the future we are helping to create for our children.

COVID39 Mark Millien

    • Fiction
    • 4.9 • 28 Ratings

Twenty years after Covid-19 brought the world to a standstill, a man and a woman who were quarantined together as kids question the validity of their current romantic relationship. They salvage audio recordings left by their parents during the pandemic, our present, to come to terms with their trauma. This is a fictional audio drama that points out the humanity of our fateful present and examines the future we are helping to create for our children.

    Chapter 39

    Chapter 39

    The end
     
       
    Cast
    Randi                        Halle Millien
    Shane                       Mark Millien
    Emmeret Ko   Olubajo Sonubi

    SFX and Music Contributors
    SFX
    Q Tone [Query]
    Tone 4.wav by patchen of freesound.org
    Q Tone [Response]
    Tone 3.wav by patchen of freesound.org

    Music 
    Reckoning of the Goddess
    Breakfast With The Goddess - 4 Sitar by CalifKen of looperman.com


    Created by Mark and Halle Millien
    Cover Art by Halle Millien
    Written, Directed and Produced by Mark Millien

    The final episode. As usual, thank you to everyone that has supported us during this difficult time. Thank you to the protesters who continue to risk their bodies and health. Thank you to the medical professionals who are healing bodies or granting them peace. Thank you to the volunteers at vaccination sites across the country getting needles into arms. Thank you to the messengers within communities acting as public health advocates. Thank you MBK. Thank you It’s All Love. Thank you moms. Thank you Knight. Thank you Sage. Halle, from the bottom of my heart, this wasn’t covered in our vows, but you showed up when you were exhausted, when you were hungry and when the last thing either of us wanted to do was wedge ourselves in that tiny closet. Thank you baby. You the best music. Dedicated to the memory of father. 


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    • 23 min
    Chapter 38

    Chapter 38

    Shane is in danger and Randi can no longer help him
       
    Cast
    Randi                        Halle Millien
    Shane                       Mark Millien 
    Emmeret Ko             Olubajo Sonubi 

    SFX and Music Contributors
    SFX
    Q Tone [Query]
    Tone 4.wav by patchen of freesound.org
    Q Tone [Response]
    Tone 3.wav by patchen of freesound.org
    Unholstered Gun
    revolver_holster_02.wav by Fewes of freesound.org

    Music 
    Betrayal
    The Open Casket by Planetjazzbass of looperman.com  
    Party Letter
    Simple Drum Party 2 by metabear of looperman.com


    Created by Mark and Halle Millien
    Cover Art by Halle Millien
    Written, Directed and Produced by Mark Millien

    Thank you to everyone that has supported us during this difficult time. Thank you to the protesters risking their bodies and health. Thank you to the medical professionals who are healing bodies or granting them peace. Thanks dad. You can see from the header that this letter is pretty special. It’s Game Night, and we’re all here. We are hoping that this tradition is still going strong in the future. All of us are contributing to this, but it’s Desmond doing the typing. The work never stops. Anyway, we just all learned from you kids a mystery that has been percolating in our households for a few years now and we just wanted to share the moment it all came together for the sake of posterity. We were playing Taboo and Shane was giving the clues to Randi, because of course you two were on the same team. He kept yelling Randi! Randi! And she was like, what? Say something! Give a clue! And Shane said I am! It’s your name! And she said I know my name! That’s not a clue! Now, you have no idea how entertaining it was to watch you two get so frustrated with one another, but finally the sand runs out and Jude, gleefully, presses the buzzer next to Shane’s ear. After we pulled the two of you apart we finally get to look at the card that started all of this. It was Marathon. One of the words on the card was “run”. Which got us all to thinking, where did that come from? One day that’s just what Shane called Randi and what Randi answered to and none of us had ever gotten around to asking where it came from? As you read this now, lord knows when, do you remember? Well, this is what you told us. One day Shane and Jude were having a discussion about nicknames and how they were’nt eligible. Because each of their names was one syllable and you don’t get to get a nickname if your name is one syllable, unless of course you just go by the first letter of your name. But Shane thought “S” just didn’t sound right and Jude thought “J” was cool, but always really liked Jude, and since it took the same amount of time to say, what was the point? Harrison chimed in with his disdain for Harry and offered that Randi didn’t get a nickname because she was a girl. This didn’t sit well with Shane. So you all started troubleshooting it. Eventually Harrison and Jude got bored and went off to break something valuable, as is their way. So the two of you, Randi and Shane, approached it “logically”. Shane thought the simplest route was to shorten Randi to Ran, but neither of you was convinced. Randi liked Dee, but Shane thought it was too girly. Randi didn’t like the sound of that, but Shane explained that it needed to sound like a boss, because, Randi was the boss. She disagreed, and thought girly and boss could be the same thing, but Shane didn’t want to belabor the point. Randi kept ticking off prototypes when she realized Shane hadn’t said anything in a while. When she looked up he was smiling. He said, Run. Randi needed convincing, so Shane explained. “Run” is “ran” but like now, instead of before. It’s in the present. It makes it sound like you’re fast. She was coming around, but she needed a nudge, and Shane provided one. He said, plus it’s like that rap group. Run DMC. Walk This Way he said. My Adidas he said. And then two things ha

    • 23 min
    Chapter 37

    Chapter 37

    The Tall Man Cometh
     
    The Fullest Look Yet at the Racial Inequity of Coronavirus
     
       
    Cast
    Randi                        Halle Millien
    Shane                       Mark Millien 
    Emmeret Ko             Olubajo Sonubi 
     
    SFX and Music Contributors
    SFX
    Q Tone [Query]
    Tone 4.wav by patchen of freesound.org
    Q Tone [Response]
    Tone 3.wav by patchen of freesound.org
     
    Music 
    The Q
    Angelic Vibes 8 Abelouis by abelouis of looperman.com
    Desmond’s Letter Theme
    Violin Funeral Of A Viking by Genamusic of looperman.com
    Betrayal
    The Open Casket by Planetjazzbass of looperman.com  
     
    Created by Mark and Halle Millien
    Cover Art by Halle Millien
    Written, Directed, and Produced by Mark Millien
     
    Thank you to everyone that has supported us during this difficult time. Thank you to the protesters risking their bodies and health. Thank you to the medical professionals who are healing bodies or granting them peace. Thanks dad. 
     
    Glossary 
    funnel: the term, interchangeable with correspondence variable, Emmeret Ko uses for the letters. The specific sequencing of words when read in their entirety comprise magnitudes of additional data that funnels into a prepared mind for assimilation.
     
    Desmond’s Letter
    John Lewis died yesterday. What an odd thing to have happened. I say odd because it’s insulation I think against the pain. He was arrested more than 40 times, beaten almost to death, outlived King, his friend, and saw the first Black president swear an oath to the Constitution on King’s worn travel bible on the day we celebrate his birth. And underneath that Bible, was Lincoln’s. He was more than a witness to history; he was an author of it. He was there when the Voting Rights Act was passed and also there to see it gutted. He marched for his life and saw the world march in solidarity in what would be his final summer, for all of the things he had dedicated his life too. I wonder, deep down, if he was joyous to see how far we had come or saddened to see how little had changed. People are never just anyone thing, so I’m sure it was a combination of both, but in what proportion? I can’t imagine. C.T. Vivian, another civil rights leader and the greatest preacher ever to preach, according to King, also died yesterday. Dr. King believed in heaven and if there is such a thing, I hope their reunion was full of charming half lies and full funny truths. The Fourth of July was a couple of weeks ago and, like so many things this year, it was just so strange. The president held two speeches. One at Mt. Rushmore, a place he expects to add his profile at some point in the future. I wish you could reach back and tell me if that has happened, but I imagine his aspiration will fizzle along with the other walls or towers he has failed to construct. He compared the democratic party to Nazis, at the White House, on the Fourth of July. It’s a common refrain these days but I was shocked and in no way surprised. He barely mentioned the virus but scientists from around the world are petitioning the World Health Organization to amend their findings on whether it is airborne, as the science suggests, but the WHO stubbornly refuses to state conclusively. The New York Times sued the CDC for demographic information regarding infection and death rates. It found that Blacks and Latinos, across all environments and age groups, are three times as likely to contract the virus and twice as likely to die from it. According to reports the president is trying to make sure that money for testing and contact tracing dries up so that the numbers won’t continue to increase in the press, as if that’s a thing, while continuing to suggest that’s it’s all going to just disappear. The protests, and the abuse, continue. Three cops were fired for re-enacting the death of Elijah McClain. There’s a hearing on Monday for a girl from Michigan, they call her Grace, but that isn’t her real name. She was sent to prison back in Ma

    • 22 min
    Chapter 36

    Chapter 36

    Randi and Shane find what they have been searching for.  
     
    Tyler Gerth

    Elijah McClain Vigil: Part I

    Elijah McClain Vigil: Part II

    Stonewall

    Three N.C. Officers Fired

     
    Cast
    Randi                        Halle Millien 
    Shane                       Mark Millien

    SFX and Music Contributors 
    SFX
    Q Tone [Query]
    Tone 4.wav by patchen of freesound.org
    Q Tone [Response]
    Tone 3.wav by patchen of freesound.org

    Music 
    Eve’s Letter Theme
    Prayer Guitar Loop by itsrighter of looperman.com

    Created by Mark and Halle Millien
    Cover Art by Halle Millien
    Written, Directed and Produced by Mark Millien

    Thank you to everyone that has supported us during this difficult time. Thank you to the protesters risking their bodies and health. Thank you to the medical professionals who are healing bodies or granting them peace. Thanks dad. 

    Glossary 
    The Blue Fall: a three year period where police officers connected to the killings of unarmed black men and women died under mysterious and unrelated circumstances. 
    Raguel: the angel of vengeance among the Abrahamic tradition.

    Eve’s Letter
    Jude and Shane, I’ve spent days trying to write this letter. I don’t think I’ve figured out how to do what I was asked to do, but if I put it off any longer I’ll lose my courage. Your dad’s instructions are specific and I will do my best to abide by them. I’m supposed to tell you what’s happening in the world. It’s been a hard time for everyone, but for you two, it’s been particularly cruel. I want to tell you that everything will be okay but when you read this, you’ll know better than me. Can you find me then, and let me know if I was right? I hope by the time you read this we’ve seen each other many times since your mother’s funeral. I didn’t visit as often as I wanted before the world shut down and now I wish I’d used every red cent on a flight to be with the people I love. If any of us had known, we would’ve been crisscrossing the skies like locusts. I’m stalling. First, what’s happening. Connecticut and Rhode Island are the only two states that saw a decline in new cases this week. I’ve never been to either, but it sounds like they may have a modicum of their shit together. It’s almost July. Friday saw the largest single day number of cases since this all began. We have one quarter of the world’s cases and deaths and 4% of the population. As bad as things are, no one is as upset as they should be at the things they should be upset about. No one seems to really sit with how badly we’ve mismanaged this. Maybe because it wouldn’t help to dwell on it, but I think it’s because we are isolated from one another and the devastation hasn’t hit home for so many of us in a way that makes the numbers make sense. At least, for most of us. The Florida and Texas governors won’t issue mask mandates. The Vice President was just in Dallas, getting serenaded by an unmasked choir of more than a hundred pious fools from a pew right up front. Over the weekend there were reports that the administration removed thousands of social distancing signs at the Tulsa rally. I wonder, at this age, what you think of cops? Has it changed since you were children? Do they even exist in the same capacity? Some of them are being exposed for being the vile terrorists they are. In California, Alabama, North Carolina. A cop there was caught on tape saying he “can’t wait to start slaughtering” Black people. It’s been 108 days since Breonna Taylor was killed and still no arrests. A man fired more than a dozen shots into a crowd of protesters demanding justice for her, or at least a shred of accountability, and killed a young photographer who supported the demonstration. Riot police broke up a peaceful violin vigil for Elijah McClain with pepper spray and batons. After the Minneapolis city council voted to defund their police department, we’re seeing protesters in New York and Seattle laying siege to Cit

    • 18 min
    Chapter 35

    Chapter 35

    Shane is concerned about what Randi is becoming. 
       
    Cast
    Randi                        Halle Millien 
    Shane                       Mark Millien 

    SFX and Music Contributors 
    SFX
    Q Tone [Query]
    Tone 4.wav by patchen of freesound.org
    Q Tone [Response]
    Tone 3.wav by patchen of freesound.org

    Music 
    Desmond’s Letter Theme
    Trap Guitar Ballad by Katace 

    Created by Mark and Halle Millien
    Cover Art by Halle Millien
    Written, Directed and Produced by Mark Millien

    Thank you to everyone that has supported us during this difficult time. Thank you to the protesters risking their bodies and health. Thank you to the medical professionals who are healing bodies or granting them peace. Thanks dad. 

    Glossary 

    Desmond’s Letter
    I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I’m asking for it anyway. My  glass of Maker’s Mark isn’t absolving me or providing penance, each prayer just burns my throat. I’m not going to make excuses, but I need you both to understand. You see, the first thing the pandemic taught me is  that the world doesn’t need me. I have no value. My hand isn’t out for anyone’s pity. It’s just an understanding the Universe and I have come to. I don’t create or manage wealth. I pour celebrations you can sip, or fogs where you can hide, or fuel for your rage, misery, and loneliness. I used to think of myself as a middle man to an experience. I’m a good listener, a good servant. I smile and people feel at ease even if they don’t really see me. Now? There is nothing to celebrate, no need to hide, and liquor stores might as well be pharmacies. On my best days, my very best weeks, my most outstanding months, my contributions to our home were meager, almost counter productive. I raised you boys and I love you with all of me, but I didn’t raise you because I love you. I raised you because it was my only path to being useful. My only mitigation for being a parasite. Child Services were there at your mother’s funeral. It took me a while to understand what they were saying when they started talking. Your mom was in earshot, just a few feet away, separated only by a gleaming platinum coffin and a fresh dug hole. There were only ten people allowed to be there, but there they were. A man and a woman, tired looking predators, like lazy vultures circling on stolen wind. I kept wondering, how’d they get there so quick. Was my name on a file somewhere, tied to a string? When she died, did the string get cut? Did my file pop up like bread from a toaster and drop in some social worker’s outstretched hand? There they were, with questions and concerns as empty as thoughts and prayers. Each of us played our part, but we all knew how it would turn out. At least I thought I did. I was wrong. It’s important that you understand what today looks like, so you can decide for yourselves who I was, given some context. The pandemic has killed almost half a million people across the world. Here in Texas cases have risen 100% over the last 30 days. In California it’s now against the law to go outside without a mask. It was Juneteenth this weekend, and the president took credit for making it famous. He organized a large rally in Tulsa. Oklahoma has broken a record for cases every day this week. Health officials were “concerned” but he refused to cancel it, though he did make those attending sign a waiver, in the event someone gets sick later, or worse, and he did move the date back a day after people protested. Prominent black supporters were there to offset the outrage like Black Voices for Trump Advisory Board members and Herman Cain. A black woman in the administration resigned over how the president has reacted to the protests. She was the Assistant Secretary of State for Legislative Affairs, instrumental in securing conservative judges and Justices, the ones who will levy the rope for the men and women the Supremacist in Chief serves up on a rhetorical platter. A federal prosecutor

    • 18 min
    Bonus Pod

    Bonus Pod

    The end is nigh...

    • 4 min

Customer Reviews

4.9 out of 5
28 Ratings

28 Ratings

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Amazing!!!

I recently found this Podcast and all I can say is Amazing. I have listened to the first nine episodes in the first day and didn’t want to stop listening. Would highly recommend to anyone looking for a great audio drama podcast. Can’t wait to see (hear) what the creators come up with next.

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@AishaBoom ,

Just wow

Just getting into this so I want to commend the creative team behind it. THIS is beautiful, intimate,delicate, so well done and cared for.
Great job diving in and getting this written and produced so quickly. Hope you are the first to get a Covid Content television deal! Bravo!

Can’t wait to hear it all, I’m already floored I imagine it’s just going to keep getting heavier better more explosive...

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