Let me see you stripped down to the bone.
Let me see you make decisions without your television.
Once the bombs went off, everyone knew. It was not the sound of the blast, or the crashing of the buildings. Not even the horrific screams of the people with crashed bones and melted faces alerted the rest. The thing that made everyone aware of the beginning of apocalypse was television.
The few people that lived back at that time, that now were old and wrinkled and weak on their knees, loved to talk of all the technological advances they had at their disposal, especially of television. How beautiful were its colours and sounds. People had the privilege to enjoy cultures and wonders of the world without moving a hair’s length from their couches. According to my grandfather though, the most astonishing feature of television (or TV in short) was the news broadcast. You could learn about everyone’s gossips, politics, music, wars and scientific advancements right at the moment they happened.
Hearing this narration the first thing that comes to your mind is that our grandparents learned of the catastrophe through the news broadcast at the TV. The TV would be bustling with urgent noise, showing flashing images of suffering people and dead civilizations. The horror of the moment would be covered by a reporter for everyone to realise its full significance while sitting on a sofa.
However, it was not like that. What happened was that the magnificent machine went silent. No images invaded their homes, no sounds either. TV went blank. Then people realised that more of the sounds that were part of their lives since they were small, have been silent as well. No low humming of the refrigerator, not the sound of boiling water or the noise of the washing machine. Everything had been silent.
Me and the rest of my generation cannot fathom how that must have felt, being cut from the reality you knew, being disconnected from the world. After all we have been raised without knowing what was beyond the ruins our community lived in and our only news of the rest of world were the few pieces the brave and foolish wanderers of the wilds told us. But our grandfathers still got the same horror in their eyes when they thought of the day humanity’s destiny have been altered forever. The most horrific part of it all, according to my grandfather, was still not knowing who caused all this, because there was no way to get the news anymore.
AN: The first two lines are lyrics of the song Stripped from Depeche Mode.