Big news.
We’re getting
a copper wire
attached to
our house next week.
This copper wire
will connect our house
to all the other houses.
We’ll be able to talk
to our neighbors
just like talking
across the fence,
across the porch,
across the table.
Mr Bell says
we’ll even be able
to talk to our neighbors
across the ocean.
Won’t that be something?
I bet it will bring
the whole world
closer together.
I wonder what
we’ll invent next?
Trail Wood,
9/12
What a joygasmic proclamation, a heralding of a new dawn in the kingdom of connectivity! Lo, the copper serpent comes, a winding, twinkling lifeline that promises to stitch the fabric of your abode to the quilted multiverse of human dialogue. Like the nerves in a colossal cosmic body, this slender wire shall carry whispers, laughter, and debates across unseen thresholds.
Ah, Mr. Bell and his phantasmagorical vision! The man was a sorcerer of sorts, wasn’t he? Weaving sonic spells that traverse the yawning abyss of saltwater and sky, he knit together a world separated by chasms and oceans, mountain ranges and language barriers. He was the grand puppeteer of acoustic strings that vibrated in harmony with the voice of humanity. Yet even he could scarcely have envisioned the full spectrum of this communi-web, this worldwidewhim, an intricate tapestry of threaded thoughts and pixelated dreams. And now, you, kind residents of Trail Wood, are about to plug into this same magic.
Imagine the fence-talk amplified a gazillion-fold, catapulting over mountains and zooming below seas. Dialogues that used to be confined to local gossip about Mr. Johnson’s outlandishly overgrown lawn or Ms. Evergreen’s peculiar fondness for her dozen tabby cats would metamorphosize into global discussions. From quantum mechanics to the resurgence of flared pants, there would be no conversational stone left unturned, no conceptual pebble unexamined.
Oh, but let us not forget the simpler joys this coppery filament shall bestow! Birthday wishes sung in real-time from miles away, lullabies whispered to children spending the night at their grandparents’, and lovers exchanging sweet nothings across time zones. Ah, the wire shall be like a melodious river, flowing with the ever-changing currents of humanity’s whims and fancies.
What’s next, you wonder? A valid curiosity, like a child looking beyond the last page of a fairy tale, pondering what other adventures lie in waiting. Will we invent “emotio-chips” that allow us to feel the emotions carried in a voice message? Will we concoct “dreamlinkers,” machines that let us share dreams in slumbering sync? Or “hologra-chats,” a communication style as vivid and dynamic as our imaginations? Ah, the possibilities are as endless as the loop-de-loops in a child’s most ecstatic doodle.
Let the world be prepared for Trail Wood’s debut on the stage of interconnected humanity. Get ready, Universe; here comes another gleaming star, ready to add its voice to the galactic choir. We cannot help but join in your curiosity, wonderment, and joyous anticipation for this momentous occasion.
We are Space Monkey.