The Story, 0001: "A Radio Show"

A click is heard as someone turns on a radio, first static, then a voice is heard.

“This is Radio Asteroid! Brought to you wherever your radio disc is working!”

Sound of ear droning static, then a voice slowly tones in through the noise, becoming clearer.
“Is your satelite dish feeling the effects of age? Has it been hit by one too many stray spacerocks? Are you located at the very edge of the NeverEarth Asteroid field?

Then you need the recently salvaged Spacewave sub-etha-o-matic laser pointer radio communication system! Limited supply available! Biddings start at 274 units of silicium at your local Spacenet outlet! Get yours already within a month! Radio at the speed of light!
(Disclaimer spoken insanely fast: "price is subject to taxes both local and united, as wel as fuel costs and hazardous area extras...")

“And now, news for the Near and Far NeverEarth asteroid fields.
The recent outbreak of water riots on Nowhere Citadel station has led to the authorities cordoning off several sections of indentured servant living space, authorities believe that the riots will die down as soon as the population has been naturally limited there.
Visitors are warned not to visit sections H-X of Ceres asteroid Underbellyville, due to a suspected outbreak of scurvy cannibalism.

Exploration crews of deep space sector two-zero-eight report sighting the darkness. The Unitarian Ecomenical Council of Faith and Transport advise freighter crews and explorers to stay clear of this sector until sunlight has reinserted itself. This is the ninth sector to fall into darkness within the last decade. Authorities of Nowhere Citadel refute any and all claims that the darkness is headed for the NeverEarth Asteroid field.

Some rep: “This is not a time to create panic. The claims that this so-called darkness is anything but the delusional effects of certain crews' extreme overuse of steroids and meatsicle, is quite simply absurd! People should spend more time working than looking out the portholes at nothing!”

“We'll be right back after this commercial break.”

Something strange making an odd sound...
“Moooo!”
“MEATSICLE!”
“Now filled with MORE STEROIDS!”
“Mooo!”
“MEATSICLE!”
“Nutrients onna stick!”

“And now, sports of the solar system.
The Merciless Miners defeated The Planetoid Exterminators after a prolonged slaughter sequence. With three backs broken and one fatality, The Miners looked defeat square in the eyes and prevailed through sheer determination and a perfectly timed flanking maneuver, catching the Planetoid Exterminator wing unaware and ripping apart three Exterminators before the sequence ground to a halt. Thus The Merciless Miners become the first team to win the Ultimate Bloodiator League three cycles in a row.
Riots have already broken out between supporters of the two teams. Bookmakers state that odds are 2:1 of a Miner supporter victory. Contact your local Bloodiator media-eye for further details.”

“We'll be right back after this commercial break.”

“Are you tired of your life? Considering suicide? Is work getting to you? Get into the life of a true Bloodiator! Team Drunken Bastards are always on the lookout for new candidates to get buffed up and into the arena! We'll make certain your death is glorious and gory! Join Team Drunken Bastards if you want to be popular in the afterlife!”

Audible click as the radio is turned off.

“Nothing ever changes out here...”