
WBUR's new podcast The Midnight Rebellion continues with a journey into the mysterious machine.
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Erica Henningson
Hey, everyone. It's your circle round summer camp counselor, Erica Henningson. You might have heard me say that I'm from another podcast, WBUR's new show for kids. It's called the Midnight Rebellion. And today we're bringing you another episode from that new show right here to your circle round podcast feed. The Midnight Rebellion is for slightly older kids, so if you're younger than, say, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 years old, you might want to ask your parents if it's okay to keep listening. Okay? Okay. So if you're seven years old or older, keep listening to join the Midnight Rebellion, WBUR podcast, Boston,
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You're listening to the Midnight Rebellion. Chapter 3 Into the Machine. Jule should not be doing this. Any of this. She should not have left the house at night in a storm. She shouldn't have entered the lab against her dad' wishes. She shouldn't have gone off alone. Shouldn't have started poking around. And she definitely, absolutely should not be getting into this.
Erica Henningson
This machine.
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This machine is dangerous, no question. It shakes and steams and spurts. It screams at Ju. And yet, as she gazes inside where her mother antique pocket watch almost taunts her, that phrase I should not ceases to exist.
Erica Henningson
I should. I can. I have to.
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Why is the watch there? What does it mean about her mother? Jewel steps up onto the ramp toward the red light and climbs into the machine.
Erica Henningson
There. That wasn't so bad.
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The inside is cramped, barely bigger than a laundry dryer. The walls are dented and scratched. Her shoes squeak on the damp grating and dismembered fish. Quickly, she kneels and untangles the tarnished gold watch. She rubs her thumb over the molded cover. It clicks open. The cracked clock face glows, but the hands sit motionless.
Erica Henningson
Hmm. Broken. Probably clogged with fish guts. Uh, what was that?
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That was the door slamming shut behind her.
Erica Henningson
No, no, no, no, no, no, no.
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Hey.
Erica Henningson
Open up. Open up.
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The machine only rattles more violently.
Erica Henningson
Okay, come on. I said open.
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And then, all of a sudden, her skin goes white hot.
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Her
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bio synchronization initialized.
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Heart. Is this a prank?
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Heart.
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Heart.
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She peers out of the porthole. No one is there.
Erica Henningson
Ten.
Ben Brock Johnson
Nine.
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All at once, her stomach drops. She feels heavy and small. An iridescent fluid seems to ooze out of her pores, forming a shimmery film around her body. Something begins to squeeze the life out of her. Then she knows.
Erica Henningson
I shouldn't be in here.
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2, 1. And the machine disappears.
Erica Henningson
Ow.
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Jewel sits bruised, thought smeared like a bad painting. Lights dim the machine bobs, then gentles to a stop.
Erica Henningson
Is it over?
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The view through the porthole is black as oil. The room is gone. Her fingers find a gap in the wall. Curious, she works her nails and pulls off a panel.
Erica Henningson
A control board that would have been helpful to know.
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The buttons of the control panel glare back at her. She presses the big green one marked simply open. Warning.
Erica Henningson
Warning. Warning. Warning.
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The door cracks and time slows. Wet spray strikes her skin, salt stings her tongue, and she realizes this machine is underwater. It is about to flood. She is going to drown. This seems like a good spot to pause. We'll be right back after the break.
Ben Brock Johnson
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Midnight Rebellion Promoter
100 years from now, in a land far, far away. Hang on, it's not so far away at all actually. Hey, Circle Round families. We're here to share a new listening experience from wbur. The Midnight Rebellion. It's a climate podcast adventure for kids and 8 and up. Time traveling, problem solving, laughs in danger. It's here. Follow the feed to listen. Oh, and bring your goggles and boots. That's the Midnight Rebellion. In your feed or wherever you get podcasts.
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Jewel wakes on a nest of spaghetti. At least that's what it feels like. Steamy and slick. She stretches, limbs entwined. If this is a dream, it is weird but lovely. Her eyelids split and moody gray daylight streams in. She wipes grit from her face and as her hand sharpens into view, she sees her slender fingers tangled in. Not spaghetti.
Erica Henningson
Gross.
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She flings away a slimy bile colored rope of seaweed. Her body is swaddled in thick mats of it. She shoots up and staggers. Something gooey licks the toes of her left foot.
Erica Henningson
Ah, lost a shoe. I knew I should have double knotted.
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Her white sweater is sodden and stained red. She tugs at the collar, revealing A nasty gash in one shoulder.
Erica Henningson
Where am I?
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She's tempted to believe this is really a dream because thick fog creeps around her. Other than the seaweed carpet, the ground is largely flat rock layered with sand. Dead trees sway nearby and the remnants of wooden structures molder. Jewel turns. A scrawny seagull perches on a piling. Dangling from the bird's cherry tipped beak is a gold timepiece.
Erica Henningson
Hey, give that back.
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The cluster of mottled brown feathers flaps, seeming very proud of its bounty.
Erica Henningson
That's mine. That's not yours.
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Give it back. She lunges after the seagull. It drops the jewelry and takes off, tantrumming.
Erica Henningson
Good riddance, thief.
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Jewel fastens the thick chain around her neck and rubs the watch with her thumb. She clicks open the case.
Erica Henningson
Hey. I thought you were broken. Hmm. Maybe that machine was just a fancy watch fixer.
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The thought turns her insides cold. Because speaking its name, the machine. Her memory comes back. The door had started to open. The water streamed in.
Erica Henningson
Help. Help.
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And then the force of it slammed her back and filled the machine. It swept her away, out into the deep rushing darkness. And the machine drifted away.
Erica Henningson
This is not good. Okay, don't panic. That's what mom would tell you. You're alive. That's good. You're only bleeding a little bit. And sure, you have no idea where that machine thing went, but you know you're at the beach. No, not the beach. The rock looks like a street. And those wooden poles seem like they used to be houses.
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Jewel tears away seaweed in huge clumps down to the rock. This is a street. Next, she sees a sewer grate, rusted
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but clearly imprinted with the words trains to Boston Harbor. Boston. This is Boston.
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How the wind blows, cleaving the fog where a set of pilings remains.
Erica Henningson
Those look familiar.
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She edges closer. She brushes away dark brown silt from the ground. She recognizes a concrete walkway and two handprints.
Erica Henningson
H&J heart and jewelry. This is my home.
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Jewel considers what she knows. The machine is missing. She is in Boston. On her street. Her house is destroyed. Her first thought is that all of this is somehow her doing. Like the machine was a kind of bomb that leveled the neighborhood.
Erica Henningson
But that doesn't make sense. It wouldn't look like this unless it was a seaweed bomb. No, that's not a thing.
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She is hungry and the air is hot and her barefoot is sore. She wends her way through the fog, searching for what? The machine heart. Once she thinks she hears her brother cough, but decides it's just distant waves. In time, the breaking water seems to inch closer. The street gets slightly wetter. Then her toes are underwater, her ankles. Then water is sweeping over the weeds and asphalt.
Erica Henningson
The water's rising. It's a tide.
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Her mom had told her about tides twice a day. The ocean rises and falls like the
Erica Henningson
water is breathing in and out, in and out. Tides are forever, you know. Your great gran used to say a tide never ebbs without flowing back in. But one day, if the earth keeps warming, its glaciers will melt. And the tides. The tides will rise higher than the cities.
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Her mom had a map of what Boston might look like in the coming years. It gave Jewel nightmares. At high tide, half the city would
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be submerged, including my neighborhood. That's why the street is filling up with water. That's why my house is gone. The ocean is higher and that means this is the future. A really, really bad future.
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Her eyes well with tears. She wants to be in her bed, to be listening to Heart blabber about his K9000 dog robot or whatever. To be home.
Erica Henningson
The machine. I need the machine. It got me here. It can get me back. I just have to find it.
Midnight Rebellion Promoter
But how?
Erica Henningson
What is that?
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Jewel peers out in the direction of the noise. High in the air, the fog blinks electric blue like a beacon.
Erica Henningson
I'm not alone, Grace. I'm not alone.
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Hey.
Erica Henningson
Hello.
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In a flash, Jewel is careering down the slowly flooding street, waving her arms overhead, shouting hey.
Erica Henningson
Hello.
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Chunks of asphalt and concrete tear at her, barefoot, but she does not stop.
Erica Henningson
Help. Help.
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The street inclines and soon she is on dry ground, running toward the strangest flying object. A tiny helicopter. Foot long blades spin on a ballpoint axle inside a spherical cage. Eight lighted arms extend from the orb, writhing like tentacles. Jewel stops short below the hovering minicopter.
Erica Henningson
Uh, hello? Can you hear me? Okay? My name is Joel Watts Green. I'm lost and I need your help.
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Please. The copter gyrates. Excited, it drifts down closer. The tentacles trail like strands of hair.
Erica Henningson
Help. Joel Green need help? Yeah, yeah. Can you take me to someone? A grown up?
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It rises, arms spinning and the when the blue lights flare orange, hope washes over Jewel until a flying rock slams into the cockpit.
Erica Henningson
What just happened?
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The little helicopter starts to contort in the air. Jewel glances left. Standing there is a puny kid wearing rags, huge goggles, and an enormous grin. Take that, you rusty tin skin. He pumps a fist.
Midnight Rebellion Promoter
Hey.
Erica Henningson
What'd you do that for?
Midnight Rebellion Promoter
Time to run.
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The kid bolts left. The copter veers right. They both disappear into the fog and Jewel is left standing alone.
Erica Henningson
Oh no. What do I do now?
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What will Jool do now? That's up to you. She could run after the mangy rock thrower. If you like that option, select Chapter four, Chase the Kid. Or if she should go after the mini helicopter to find help, go to Chapter seven, Get to the Copter, Chapter four, Chase the Kid. Chapter seven, get to the Copter. Choose wisely. This is the Midnight Rebellion.
Midnight Rebellion Promoter
To keep listening, search for the Midnight Rebellion in your podcast app and follow the show. The whole series is out now. Up next, select Chapter four, Chase the Kid, or Chapter seven, get to the Copter. That's in our feed the Midnight Rebellion. See you there.
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Sam.
Date: July 2, 2026
Podcast: Circle Round (WBUR)
Host/Featured Voices: Erica Henningson (as Jule), Ben Brock Johnson, Midnight Rebellion Promoter, Narrator
This episode, “Into the Machine,” continues the serialized adventure of The Midnight Rebellion—a WBUR podcast targeted at older children, exploring fascinating themes such as bravery, climate change, and the consequences of our choices. In this chapter, protagonist Jule confronts her fears and curiosity, launching herself into a mysterious, dangerous machine that transports her to a future Boston underwater. Through evocative storytelling and immersive soundscapes, this installment raises issues of persistence, environmental awareness, and decision-making under pressure.
The episode ends with a cliffhanger and audience participation: listeners are invited to make the next choice in Jule’s adventure, either by chasing the mysterious kid or following the mysterious minicopter, emphasizing the interactive, choose-your-own-adventure format of the series.
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Summary prepared for listeners who want a complete but spoiler-light view of the episode’s journey and themes, preserving Circle Round’s exciting storytelling spirit.