After words

The blanket of silence extinguishes all about them. All closed down, and shut from residual stimuli

They look at one another, faces glazed with the sheen of a game show title sequence

The dog barks its loudest sigh, then curls up to sleep

Inside the machine, signals are received about the next great entertainment

And they press the remote.

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