by R.J. Hobbs
It was a Tuesday night when the Primakov received an emergency transmission on the ICT radio from The Bakapor, a distressed fishing vessel from Petropavlovsk. The captain translated the Russian slowly, word by word, with a phrasebook. The night was completely calm, and the ocean lapped up against the hull with gentle rhythmic intensity. The Bakapor had lost fuel after a storm, and required additional petrol if the sailors were ever to see their wives and mothers again. The Primakov wouldn’t even have to change direction to give them assistance.
About the Author
The Midnight Movie Guy (a.k.a. R.J. Hobbs) is a writer in Portland, Oregon. When he’s not repeatedly banging his head into a wall or tweeting about the bad movie he just had to sit through, he can be found sitting on the couch in his posh Portland dorm room and banging away at a keyboard as if it had murdered his family. It actually might have. Nobody has ever bothered to ask. Every week, on Tuesdays and Thursdays (sometimes Saturdays) he reviews a new Midnight Movie, either a cult classic or a new release that premiered at 12:01. For those midnight new releases, you can follow his live tweets!
About the Narrator
Ben Phillips is a programmer and musician living in New Orleans. He was a chief editor of Pseudopod from 2006-2010.