Daily Micro: Yesterday’s Artists in Today’s World ~ Orson Welles

Acknowledging Orson (Welles)

As human beings struggled in the aftermath of the wars that would not end, they were scrutinized and studied, as narrowly as a man with a microscope might scrutinize transient creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water. Across an immense ethereal gulf, intellects vast, cool and unsympathetic, regarded the planet with envious eyes and slowly and surely concluded plans with earth-bound allies against the whole of humanity.

Oh, they were a devious group, the lot of them. After years of economic dislocation and non-ending wars, they had knocked the world down and were coming for the kill.

But they were insidious and clever in the extreme. They would come in a way that the peoples of the world would welcome them, would cheer their arrival. This would be a trap sprung in steel and millennia-long deception.

After decades-long insurrections, the people battled on. Would the New World forever be in the hands of the mighty and powerful? Would the peoples of the earth ever be free? Or would he come, the mighty one, the Redeemer?

And then, the day came. Global satellites relayed images of a brightening sky overtaking the sun, overtaking nighttime, to worldwide plasma-screening stations. Instant message systems crackled. Ministers and preachers, priests and rabbis, imams and gurus prayed and humanity looked upward.

Worldwide voice simulcast ONLY with the venerable and trusted CARL PHILLIPS interrupted all electronic transmissions, hijacked every social network, turned all electronics into a singular VOICE transmitter.

PHILLIPS: The time is now, ladies and gentlemen. I am Carl Phillips and I am here at Mt. Graham at the world’s most heavily fortified Observatory, the Vatican Observatory. There is all about us a hush, a stillness, a calm as if we await greatness, as if human destiny unfolds before us, as if all wars shall end, as if freedom beckons.

Forgive me if my words become disjointed (pausing) … I feel like I am disassembling, like my body’s breaking up. I need to catch my breath. (pausing)

All right. I’ll try to describe the scene. (slowly) Words, words, words are inadequate. (pausing)

I am standing in a large semi-circular room, pitch black except for an oblong split in the ceiling, barely standing, my legs shaking, where I can see, I truly can see this, this, this (SOUNDS of voices, NO, NO, NO) bright object, this incredible LIGHT approaching earth in a lovely arc, a soothing arc, descending, descending, coming closer, the whole sky beginning to shine, beginning to shine. (screams of “IT CAN’T BE” in the background, screaming voices, heavy breathing).

With me, Monsignor Carinale peers through a giant lens. His hands quiver and beads of sweat … The sky’s SHINING! The sky’s ON FIRE!

CARINALE: (exclaiming) I can see it! I can see it! It’s HIM!

PHILLIPS: Ladies and gentlemen, we can’t be sure. I can’t be sure what the Monsignor is seeing. Wait, wait. Oh my God! Am I seeing things? Must my eyes be true? Monsignor Carinale is getting on his knees. I’m bowing down. Ladies and Gentlemen, all of humanity, wherever you are, bow down, bow down. HE is HERE!!!

We’re going LIVE in the SKY. All the world shall see! You shall ALL see! BOW DOWN, everyone of you and PRAY! BOW DOWN and REJOICE for HE is HERE!

 

POSTSCRIPT (NOT for RELEASE – DO NOT REPEAT – VOICEOVER REMINDER, ONLY):

As human beings struggled in the aftermath of the wars that would not end, they were scrutinized and studied, as narrowly as a man with a microscope might scrutinize transient creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water. Across an immense ethereal gulf, intellects vast, cool and unsympathetic, regarded the planet with envious eyes and slowly and surely concluded plans with earth-bound allies against the whole of humanity.

Oh, they were a devious group, the lot of them. After years of economic dislocation and non-ending wars, they had knocked the world down and were coming for the kill.

But they were insidious and clever in the extreme. They would come in a way that the peoples of the world would welcome them, would cheer their arrival. This would be a trap sprung in steel and millennia-long deception.

 

~ Stephen J. Bergstrom

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