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Cell phone vigilante jams loud phone calls on the bus.
....Holy crap.
Holy CRAP.
Guys. It's The Murderer. This news story... it's Ray Bradbury's short story The Murderer.
"Then I got the idea of the portable diathermy machine. I rented one, took
it on the bus going home that night. There sat all the tired commuters with
their wrist radios, talking to their wives, saying, 'Now I'm at Forty-third, now
I am at Forty-fourth, here I am at Forty-ninth, now turning at Sixty-first.' One
husband cursing, 'Well, get out of that bar, damn it, and get home and get
dinner started, I'm at Seventieth!' And the transit system radio playing 'Tales
from the Vienna Woods,' a canary singing words about a first-rate wheat cereal.
Then I switched on my diathermy! Static! Interference! All wives cut off from
husbands grousing about a hard day at the office. All husbands cut off from
wives who had just seen their children break a window! The 'Vienna Woods'
chopped down, the canary mangled! Silence! A terrible, unexpected silence. The
bus inhabitants faced with having to converse with each other. Panic! Sheer,
animal panic!"
Leaving aside for the moment how douchey or not douchey the real guy doing this may have been.... Dude. We are genuinely, OFFICIALLY living in a Science Fiction dystopia. I... don't know how to feel about that....
....Holy crap.
Holy CRAP.
Guys. It's The Murderer. This news story... it's Ray Bradbury's short story The Murderer.
"Then I got the idea of the portable diathermy machine. I rented one, took
it on the bus going home that night. There sat all the tired commuters with
their wrist radios, talking to their wives, saying, 'Now I'm at Forty-third, now
I am at Forty-fourth, here I am at Forty-ninth, now turning at Sixty-first.' One
husband cursing, 'Well, get out of that bar, damn it, and get home and get
dinner started, I'm at Seventieth!' And the transit system radio playing 'Tales
from the Vienna Woods,' a canary singing words about a first-rate wheat cereal.
Then I switched on my diathermy! Static! Interference! All wives cut off from
husbands grousing about a hard day at the office. All husbands cut off from
wives who had just seen their children break a window! The 'Vienna Woods'
chopped down, the canary mangled! Silence! A terrible, unexpected silence. The
bus inhabitants faced with having to converse with each other. Panic! Sheer,
animal panic!"
Leaving aside for the moment how douchey or not douchey the real guy doing this may have been.... Dude. We are genuinely, OFFICIALLY living in a Science Fiction dystopia. I... don't know how to feel about that....
