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HAYPHONE TELEPHARM (pt. 1)
A young boy wanders in a field. The blond, bright-eyed, mop-headed toddler discovers a mint-green telephone atop a bale of hay. He lifts the receiver and listens. Instantly, a world beyond his comprehension greets his ear. Clutching it to his head, he takes off towards his family's slumping white farmhouse. THE MODERN SOUND OF DRUGS (pt. 2) Inside, amidst a pile of brightly-colored plastic toys, yellow and red, he sits with the phone. As he listens to the swirling electronic sounds, his fingers and limbs fall numb and his sight goes black-violet. Hallucinogenic tones paint oblong spaceships in the sky -- Visions of Modernity -- Sonic Bliss. He is accelerated. The suit and tie materialize, parachute-like, and slowly burn away. THE KNOWLEDGE OF TECHNOLOGY (pt. 3) Poking in their ashes with a stick, the entranced child discovers The Knowledge of Technology. The staggering power of this, mankind's special secret, is so devastatingly profound to the youth that his aging process is frozen, dead in its tracks. As the world around him grows, farms of dirt-brown and vegetable-green give way to glimmering cities of white; clerical, sterile, modern. Deep within the shining canyons of glass and angular steel, in a room of artificial white, removed from sun and natural light, sits our boy. He is now well in his seventies but looks not a day over six. AM/FM SYNTHESIS (pt. 4) In the fleeting years, he had been a novelty, a medical curiosity, passed about in the public eye, bewildered. Now, he has been archived away, forgotten save for regular maintenance. His sole companion is a cheap AM/FM clock radio. In a desperate attempt to recapture the sweet joy of the telephone so long ago, he tears the radio apart, pressing the tiny speaker to his ear. It is here we leave him, coiled in the fetal position amidst a pile of broken radio parts; the Child of Progress, Son of Technology, born of a crisp, metallic womb.
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