Some Small Strangeness
A bit weird this; terrestrial Channel 4 is acting up tonight; the picture is skipping, and if you look carefully you can see some fella's face, with a microphone in front of him, addressing a seated crowd. There's no sound interference but the picture's fried; if you look carefully enough you can see the numeral "2" what would be the upper-right corner of the shifted ghost image. This is no channel 2 that I know of, anyway (for our US readers; in the UK we have about five terrestrial channels, and about four more that come across the waves from Ireland) . It must be skip. There's something goin' on in the upper atmosphere tonight, folks, that's all I'm going to say.
I was also electrocuted by the lightswitch in our living room, just a little jolt.
There's something up.
Anyway: today it's exactly 100 years since the first audio radio broadcast. Coincedence or conspiracy?
Probably just coincedence.
My first thought, when I saw the ghost-image of the man with the microphone, was that some underground organisation were trying to take over the channel to announce some hideous truth that lies behind this decadent Western lifestyle of ours. Like, the UK is not powered by coal, gas, oil and enriched uranium; no, it's powered by the crystalline tears of some sentient energy-being from a light-year away space, something that Reggie Fessenden tempted down with his broadcast in 1906 (remember Tunguska? that was touchdown, two years later), and we keep it good and miserable by using a brutal range of really harsh EM waves to torture it night and day, from machines which are (somewhat ironically) powered by its tears. And now these madmen (are they right? are they wrong? it's ambiguous!) are going to set it free to wreak its terrible electric revenge on us. But you know what? First thing it's going to do is go to America, to find its children, which the British sold to the Americans back in 1942 in exchange for a bit of a hand with the whole 'Third Reich' thing. Pearl Harbour? It wasn't the Japanese; no, their fledgling Empire was just on the wrong planet at the wrong time. The incident at Pearl Harbour was all down to the energy-being's child, tired of being all cooped up in the hold of a little ship called the Philadelphia, trying to escape and taking half the US fleet with it. Until they defrosted Edison and brought him in to sort shit out with his hulking electric mecha. There's a theory that one Nicholai Tesla, a little-known engineer on the Philadelphia, might have had something to do with the creature's release from the EM containment field; they say he took pity on the thing after listening to its pitiful pleas through his radio set, and attacked the field generator with an axe, at the same time becoming the angry young E-being's first victim.
There's no such thing as nuclear power, no sir; everything they taught you, for three generations now, is a lie. Nuclear bombs are made of concentrated E-being shit. Fast forward to the current day; Iran are trying to get a 'nuclear reactor' working. But they can't be allowed to build it -- not because they'd represent some terrible new danger in the world, but because they'd discover that their stolen Russian reactor designs didn't work.
And then the shit would really hit Tehran.
HA!
Really hit Tehran!
Anyway, yeah, that was the first thought.
I was also electrocuted by the lightswitch in our living room, just a little jolt.
There's something up.
Anyway: today it's exactly 100 years since the first audio radio broadcast. Coincedence or conspiracy?
Probably just coincedence.
My first thought, when I saw the ghost-image of the man with the microphone, was that some underground organisation were trying to take over the channel to announce some hideous truth that lies behind this decadent Western lifestyle of ours. Like, the UK is not powered by coal, gas, oil and enriched uranium; no, it's powered by the crystalline tears of some sentient energy-being from a light-year away space, something that Reggie Fessenden tempted down with his broadcast in 1906 (remember Tunguska? that was touchdown, two years later), and we keep it good and miserable by using a brutal range of really harsh EM waves to torture it night and day, from machines which are (somewhat ironically) powered by its tears. And now these madmen (are they right? are they wrong? it's ambiguous!) are going to set it free to wreak its terrible electric revenge on us. But you know what? First thing it's going to do is go to America, to find its children, which the British sold to the Americans back in 1942 in exchange for a bit of a hand with the whole 'Third Reich' thing. Pearl Harbour? It wasn't the Japanese; no, their fledgling Empire was just on the wrong planet at the wrong time. The incident at Pearl Harbour was all down to the energy-being's child, tired of being all cooped up in the hold of a little ship called the Philadelphia, trying to escape and taking half the US fleet with it. Until they defrosted Edison and brought him in to sort shit out with his hulking electric mecha. There's a theory that one Nicholai Tesla, a little-known engineer on the Philadelphia, might have had something to do with the creature's release from the EM containment field; they say he took pity on the thing after listening to its pitiful pleas through his radio set, and attacked the field generator with an axe, at the same time becoming the angry young E-being's first victim.
There's no such thing as nuclear power, no sir; everything they taught you, for three generations now, is a lie. Nuclear bombs are made of concentrated E-being shit. Fast forward to the current day; Iran are trying to get a 'nuclear reactor' working. But they can't be allowed to build it -- not because they'd represent some terrible new danger in the world, but because they'd discover that their stolen Russian reactor designs didn't work.
And then the shit would really hit Tehran.
HA!
Really hit Tehran!
Anyway, yeah, that was the first thought.
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