Show Notes
I stared at it, transfixed by the sound of my own voice coming out of this alien body…
"The Last of What is Spoken" was written by H.R. Owen.
Performed by Méabh de Brún.
Sound Design and Scoring by Jeremy Ellett.
Opening Narration by Peter Lewis.
About the Writer: H.R. Owen is the writer/producer at Monstrous Productions, and the creator, writer, and principle voice actor in two audio dramas, Monstrous Agonies (now complete) and all new Travelling Light. You can find their work at monstrousproductions.org, or on Tumblr @monstrousproductions, Twitter @monstrous_pod and on Instagram @monstrous_productions.
MUSIC:
Interlude 201 by Quiet Music for Tiny Robots.
Coronation Holyoake Blues in Dub by Bruce Russell.
Out in Bootes Void by Echo.
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TRANSCRIPT: https://goodpointepodcasts.com/sjlyep6-transcript
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Someone Just Like You was created by Jeremy Ellett.
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