[Transcription of the tape recovered from the recent rockfall incident in the Rocky Mountains]

[BEGINNING OF TAPE]

I don't know how much I'll be able to record before… well, before this recorder thing dies, but I wanted to be able to tell this story if anything… um…. if I don't make it. It's uh… I think it's probably Monday evening. I've been here since Monday morning [INDISTINCT] noon. I think there was rockfall. Well, I mean, I'm pretty sure it was rockfall, since I'm trapped under a whole bunch of rocks [COUGHING]. My right foot is caught under a really heavy rock, I lost feeling in it not too long after I came to… that's probably a blessing. I don't think it's bled too much… [SNIFFLING]. Uh, there's a large rock overhead that probably would've crushed me, but it's supported by a couple of other rocks, so it's just propped above me, making it hard to move my head. I can't raise my body more than a few centimetres off the ground. I was able to get my left arm out from under the small rock that was pinning it, I think it might be fractured, it hurts to move. I can see a bit of the sky in a crack between the rocks. I'm basically sealed in, but otherwise unencumbered. I don't… I don't know what happened to Charlie. I uh… I was calling for a while. He didn't answer back. I'm sure he's getting help. I think… I think he must be. I um… I'm sorry I…[COUGHING, SNIFFLING] I think I'll just talk until he gets back. That way when the search party arrives they'll be able to hear me, and that'll help them get me out faster. Plus they'll have a report already made for them [LAUGHTER, COUGHING]. 

So, uh, Charlie and I came out here to do some climbing this morning. He never lets me go out on these trips by myself, because of what my card says [QUIET LAUGHTER]. I say he shouldn't strain himself, I mean, his says "Heart Attack," for goodness sake, he could kill himself trying to keep up. But he never lets me go by myself. So he was climbing in front of me, and I guess something slipped and the next thing I knew we were falling. It was so loud, I tried to call to Charlie but I couldn't even hear myself over the noise. I guess I got hit on the head and passed out, because I don't remember anything past tumbling head over heels down the side of the mountain. When I woke up it was daytime, so either it's still Monday or I slept through most of the day and night. I tried pushing the rock overhead, but it's too heavy and I didn't want to unsettle it too much. The rock trapping my foot is supporting the big one, so I can't free it. But I'm um… I'm sure someone is… is coming for me soon [SNIFFLING]. I'm sure Charlie is nearby. He wouldn't have left me here because he knows that I shouldn't be… out here on my own. [SHOUTING] Charlie! Charlie, baby, please, are you there? Are you alright? Baby? [CRYING] Oh god I should've given it up, like Charlie said. This was all my fault. But I didn't want to be a slave to my prediction, you know? I know so many people who got things like "drowning" and gave up on swimming and boating and all the things they used to love that involved water, and then died because they got drunk and passed out face-down on a leaking waterbed or something stupid like that. That's the way the machine works, right? It's fucking with us. I didn't want to be another person who gave up everything they loved and then died in a cruelly ironic way. I remember Charlie and I fought about it right after I got my prediction. And I told him that I didn't care if I died out here, at least I'd be doing something I loved [LAUGHING, SNIFFLING] I'm beginning to regret that now. 

[APPROXIMATELY 2 MINUTES OF SILENCE]

You know my old climbing partner gave up climbing because of his card. It said "Accident," and naturally he assumed that his accident might happen somewhere up here. He hasn't had his accident yet, so far as I know, but really, what's the point? If you live for a little while longer, but you have to give up what you love, is that really living? [LAUGHTER] Listen to me, like I'm one of those so-called philosophers who everybody's always listening to, telling people what to do with their lives, and about their deaths. I never really had any use for those sorts. They never really have anything to say to people with cards like mine, anyways. [COUGHING] It's odd, it looks like night through the crack in the rock, you'd think it'd be getting colder, but I'm sweating through my clothes. I think I… I need Charlie here. [THERE IS A THUD, AS THOUGH THE RECORDER HAS BEEN DROPPED. THE DIALOGUE IS MUFFLED] Charlie? [SHOUTING] Charlie! Please help me! Are you there? Please you can't leave me here. Help me, someone! Please! Help! Help me! Charlie! Please! Don't leave me by myself! Don't leave me here! Charlie? [CRYING] I don't think… I don't think he's there. Charlie… Charlie [INDISTINCT MUMBLING, THERE IS A RUSTLING AND THE DIALOGUE BECOMES CLEARER] I can't… um… I don't know how much longer I can… [SOBBING] I can't even think straight… I just… I think I'm hearing things. And every once in a while I think I see lights through the crack. But there's no one there. There isn't anyone… [QUIET LAUGHTER] That damned machine was right. I'm dying just like it said I would. Alone. [COUGHING] I finally said it, Charlie. You were right. I'm so sorry, baby. I think I just… I need… I need to… to sleep. I'll just--

[END OF TAPE]