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As soon as it happened I ran over to the bus stop. I just had to tell someone.
"I've just been struck by lightning!" I said to the man.
"Please." he said "Can I wait for one bus without someone talking to me about the weather?"
"But it's amazing. I feel all different. I think I'm picking up digital radio in my left ear."
"And there's ever been anything worth hearing on digital radio?" he asked, going back to reading his paper.
"Look at this though!" I said as I shot a bolt of lightning at the bus timetable, shattering the plastic into a million tiny pieces.
"BOOOOOOOORING." he moaned deeply.

Chris, London.

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Anyone who says that they don't want to live forever is a liar. You can't trust a liar, they tell too many lies. I've always been a big fan of the radio, long wave, short wave, car, shower, clock, all of them. When I die I plan on strapping myself to one thousand radios. If my calculations are correct, my essence, my very being, the stuff that makes me who I am, will be uploaded into the air, the place where radio waves live and dance.

In short, I will live forever as a radio wave, hidden amongst the frequencies, trapped within the sounds. From there I will be able to enjoy an eternity listening to songs and phoning up talk radio stations, where as a deceased man I will tell the world what it's like being dead and how things were much better in the Old Days. With a bit of luck I'll get my own Podcast and become something of a celebrity.

Dexter, London.