In a place we’ve never seen, but not far from the present, there lies a future lost from the past. It is a technological bubble stupefied by necessity, unable to say hello to strangers, flickering like a lightning bug under the glass.
And then, a warm glow came across the sky.
People were joyous, happy, blissed beyond their will.
Lovers met, mothers loved, an old dog died in a young boy’s arms.
And then, a warm glow came across the sky.
People were joyous, happy, blissed beyond their will.
Lovers met, mothers loved, an old dog died in a young boy’s arms.
It was the awakening. Lightning surged, crashing down, reflecting psychedelic waves into the cellular sphere. Tesla was heard howling from the grave. Aghhhhhhhhhhhhh! As all power burst, wires fried, power plants tripped, Silicon Valley incinerated. Those in close contact with an active computer or cell phone were stunned into lobotomy. Young children and the elderly were primarily left to fend for themselves.
Only a limited network of land-line telephones, ham radio and backfired UHF television frequencies survived, while news and programing is spread primarily by rag-tag regional broadcast signals, and a new breed of citizens emerge like the aftermath of a civil war.
Second chances are not for the gifted, but for those of a will who's strong.
Second chances are not for the gifted, but for those of a will who's strong.
Burst Broadcast (prelude to a short film)
Daniel James 2012
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