He stretched and yawned, “My, I must have dozed off, well, back to work, we’re so close to getting this thing to working right.”
What is this place, where am I? I know I was at my desk when I fell asleep, but… Everything is so strange. These people, oh my, what are they wearing, or not wearing? Where are their clothes, this is indecent, where are the authorities, allowing people to be out in public with so few clothes on!
This place, it…, it looks like a town center of some kind, all the shops, and restaurants, some are selling such strange things. The clothes in those shop windows, oh my, how can this be allowed?
That’s a woman, I believe, but certainly not a lady. Why, no lady would expose herself in such a way. This is some kind of a nightmare. It must have been my dinner, I never should have eaten that goulash, it did have an unusual taste, but I was in a hurry to get back to work. This has to be a severe case of indigestion; nothing else could cause visions such as this.
“Sir, excuse me, sir, could you explain…” Drat, I can’t seem to get his attention, it’s as if I’m invisible, just more proof that this must be a strange dream of some kind.
Who are all these people talking to? Everyone seems to be in some kind of a daze, walking around talking to themselves, are we all just here in spirit, unable to interact?
This building is so odd, a roof over all the shops. What a good idea, actually, no more muddy streets or horses galloping by. It’s all quite clean, very well cared for, if out of the ordinary. You can shop without worrying about the weather, what an amazing idea! What are those shops in the middle of this…, this way; I don’t know what to call it, since it’s obviously not a road. My, that smells good, some kind of twisted dough they are baking?
Why are these people all talking to themselves, don’t they have any decency, is there no common courtesy here? They just walk by, not even acknowledging each other. This is intolerable. Oh there, I see some people who appear to be talking to each other, at that shop in the middle of the way.
What! What is that they are saying, unlimited long distance what? This makes no sense. Oh my, this is indeed a strange world, these people have some kind of deformity, these poor souls, so many of them have an appliance of some kind attached to one of their ears. It would seem that many of the others are talking into shiny little boxes they are holding up to their heads.
What did he just say? Minutes? They get 600 calling minutes? For calling whom, this is insanity, why would you need 600 minutes to call someone, and what would you call them.
Telephone, he said it’s a telephone!
A telephone? Oh, no, that isn’t possible, that’s what I intended to call my invention, but this can’t possibly be it, why, it has no wires. In fact the sign on the little shop even says something about it being wireless.
I must get closer; I must hear this.
“Yep, I agree, I’d say this is one of the best inventions anyone ever came up with, to be able to talk to anyone, anywhere in the world, just by pressing a few buttons. Sheer genius, Bell was, sheer genius.”
“I agree, I don’t know how anyone survived without it, I can’t imagine not being able to just call and order whatever I need, shop, do business, talk to my friends…”
Talk to their friends, is that what he said? Shopping--over a telephone? Can they not talk to each other any more? Is there no face-to-face conversation, except for ones like this one to purchase this damnable telephone?
Did he say Bell invented it? This is what my telephone is going to become? What the world will be like when people talk into a box, and no longer to each other?
“Alexander, Alexander, wake up, I think I found the problem, here, look, maybe if we do this…”
“No! Stop, Watson, we have to rethink this whole thing. Oh, Watson, I don’t know if I can allow us to create a mechanical monster like this might become.”
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