Agros’ main
artery almost burst, he was so furious. He didn’t bite his lip, he almost chews
on it. “I could destroy that artificial window with the back of my hand,” he
thought. “It’s the audacity! Hell!” he couldn’t find words to codify his anger.
“May he be damned!” The fact that Tyrol was already damned didn’t cross his
mind. The problem wasn’t so much Tyrol, he could handle Tyrol; it’s the others.
“They liked the freaking window shows!” he almost screamed in his mind. “Little
people running around inside a box!” He’d seen those before and was convinced
it was the most unreal dumb thing he could ever imagine.
Agros
grumbled his way to the dark and let the others fiddle with the thing. If Agros
had looked back he would have seen Tyrol leading the effort. A variety of
antennas were improvised out of pieces of wire, an old coat hanger, even a
knife one of them kept from a previous time. Then as if it were willed by the
gods, a cable connector was found jutting out of a wall. The Home Theater was
quickly carried next to the wire, the connector screwed on and bingo!
Tyrol sat
in the center facing the TV, the others formed an audience right around him.
Tyrol started with channel 02.
(To Be Continued.)
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