There were captives held prisoner by the Taliban (IIRC) who were informed that Donald Trump had won the election.
They didn’t believe it until after they were rescued.
It would be the icing on the crap cake of recent history if that’s all that survives of humanity!
The “voice of Big Brother” (usually a producer) sometimes comes over the loudspeaker to tell the contestants to stop talking/singing. If they are singing copyrighted material, for example, the show could be on the hook for paying royalties since the live streams run 24/7.
Usually, though, it is something like this - where they tell them to stop talking about a particular topic because it might contain spoiler information or might inform the public about how the show works.
I imagine that in decades to come, our descendants will gather in the wasteland, gnawing on bones and huddling together in rags around the glow of an ancient 60 inch TV, to watch the descendants of those Big Brother contestants, so inbred and self absorbed that they barely resemble humans.
I’m sure there’s a Ray Bradbury story in there somewhere…
meanwhile in USA
I’ll be re-watching Dead Set and thinking that things could be worse https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G2W0NxG11N4
In related news: World shocked Big Brother is still on the air.
In additional related news: Big Brother has been rebranded: Quarantine Island
Contests compete to stay inside of a virus free zone!
Time to almost envy this unfortunate fellow:
Yeah, fuck the “integrity” of the show; this is a life safety issue.
SMGDH
“Don’t dead open inside”
I wish there were a voice form the sky, that would tell people to “please stop talking” periodically.
Apparently Big Brother is still a thing in more countries than I would have expected:
They’ve told the Canadian, German and Australian contestants, but possibly not the Brazilians.
We need drones with a cloaking device.
And the ragged unkempt priest raised his plastic sceptre, now bereft of glitter but with the star affixed with a piece of orange nylon string, raising his voice.
“So it was, so it shall always be.”
The filthy crowd were enthralled, eyes wide in their fervent belief. Backlit by the fire flickering in the shell of an old television set, he raised his arms wide.
“There is only one way!!” screamed the priest.
The congregation’s hoarse voices cried out together.
“The Only Way Is Essex!!”
Dead Set: I don’t like zombie stories, but that was so, so good. I cried like a baby at the end.
There is, kind of, although it is the observers who become inhuman…the Helliconia Trilogy by Brian Aldiss, the tale of the cultural evolution of species on a planet that orbits two stars, thus enduring a slow but huge cycle of climate change, while being covertly observed by people on an orbiting space ship, who transmit the footage they take as a ‘reality soap opera’ back to their home planet. Over hundreds of years the generations on the space ship become…debased, let’s say.
It’s a good read, a little slow in parts, but still worth the effort…I may go back to it given some spare time over the next few months
I think there is a Ray Bradbury story where in the aftermath of a nuclear war, the people are left with various mutations. They establish a baseline for the dimensions of average prewar human and that becomes their goal.
And after generations of striving to be average, they are eventually enslaved by a group of highly evolved Golden Retrievers!
There is no hope of me recalling what the story is called but I’m pretty sure it was Bradbury.
That’s such an incredible story. I’d totally dig on a movie about it.
So what i the pandemic gets super bad and they all panic and are at each others throats to stay in the house.
“No! No! You can’t send me out there!”
“I’m sorry, Rachel, you have been voted out of the house. Security, please escort her out to the wasteland.”
"It isn’t fair, it isn’t right,” Rachel screamed, and then they were upon her.
Trying to picture a world in which they’re the only ones left to rebuild or whatever.