The Seer

 

The seer, the great visionary, the one who could see when others could not, looked up into the night sky.

“There”, he said, pointing, “those stars, forming a rectangle, I shall call that The Television.”

“What is . . . telly virgin master?”

“Television. It won’t come for thousands of years, then it will come, and all will know it. The stars foretell it.”

“And will it be beautiful like the stars master?”

“It will be. The people who will appear on it shall be called stars, but they will shine more brightly than the stars themselves.”

“Such wonders master.”

“Indeed, such wonders, enough to make the stars themselves seem dim and distant. The Television will come and all will know it. The stars foretell it.”

Parkstreet

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