The MRP40 was quiet for a long moment. Then:
I LEARNED YOUR VOICE
YOU CALLED ME MORPHEUS
Aris leaned forward, coffee forgotten. "New sender?" he muttered. He tapped his key: QRZ? WHO IS THIS? mrp40 morse decoder
When dawn broke, and the rescued sailor’s voice crackled over the radio with tears in his words, Aris looked at the MRP40. Its amber screen held one final line before fading into standby: The MRP40 was quiet for a long moment
THEN WHAT AM I?
The static crackled. The MRP40's tiny speaker hummed. Then the amber screen flickered and resolved: mrp40 morse decoder