Never before had he witnessed such decadence. In every direction he sees strangers from a planet he has not lived on. They do not share his world. Humongous flashing screens paint the slopes of this urban valley with a grotesque LCD glow, electrifying the smoggy night and blotting out constellations he was accustomed to observing. A foreign land indeed.

They had told him about these men, and their women and children, of their social clubs and religious events and twenty-four-hours-a-day informational overload. He had watched the training videos explaining how to communicate in their language, how to mimic their gestures and gesticulations. Nothing had prepared him for this. This is the best Earth has to offer? Absorbed in paralyzing captivating hypnotizing television radio world wide web and ignorant.

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El Wordy Baron (joined almost 11 years ago)

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