So, on a bit of a personal note. I’ve been writing about the apocalypse in Pynchon a lot. While writing, or more likely making a sandwich, I find myself humming a little ditty. But the humming is only one note: the tuba, trombone (perhaps french horn) blast that is repeated three or four times in the following. In the game, this is the sound of the aliens’ lasers. For me, this note has come to feel like the sound of contemporaneity itself.