Surviving the Apocalypse: Eavesdropping on Parallel Worlds to Obtain Recipes

In the tenth year of the end of the world, I was recognized as a waste in the shelter. The ancestral radio accidentally connected to the parallel world channel, playing the apocalyptic "salt-roasted radiated cockroaches" and "coordinates of the abandoned shelter" from the apocalypse next door. By eavesdropping, I ate rare delicacies, found rich supplies, and my childhood sweetheart smiled at me for the first time. Until the radio suddenly projected the cold three-dimensional coordinates of the shack where I was. A line of high-dimensional text emerged: "The signal thief's coordinates are locked, and the countdown to clearing is started." I trembled and took apart the radio. My grandfather's last words were engraved on the inner shell: "Child, this is not a radio, it is a trap of higher civilization - our family has been the smell of prey for generations."