Open
thy mouth for the dumb in the cause of all such as are appointed to
destruction.
What does the world sound like when it can no longer speak? Can it live without the spoken word?
The world is about to be silenced. There is a gas, not enough to kill but one that attacks the vocal chords. No one knows exactly where it came from. There are various theories but no one can pinpoint exactly how it came, and perhaps more importantly, no one knows how to reverse its effects. The world is transfixed by its own muteness.
People aren’t affected all at once; its effects are piecemeal and gradual. Some towns and cities are affected quicker than others depending on how clear the air is. The countries who have made determined efforts to control and eliminate pollution suffer the most. It is easier for the gas to travel and permeate the air like a poison. In others, where pollution is more widespread, where governments have paid little notice to control their gas emissions, are slower to be hit. How ironic. The gas travels slower through the already noxious air; an invisible invader that finds its way into the human body. An irritant that cannot be expelled, the left and right bronchi allows the trespasser in with a whisper; the bronchiole tubes pave the way for its conqueror.
The gas does not affect the lungs however, its only function is to deaden the vocal chords to a rasp of silence, and this it does with great effect. No one is immune except animals, insects, and birds. Governments, scientists and the experts are at a loss as to what to do, no one really even knows what the gas is made of, and how it does what it does, least of all how to undo what it has done.
It is the epoch of a new dawn where man communicates only by
electronic means, and is no longer reliant on speech. It is a battle to create more sophisticated
technology to deal with this new form of communication, to develop more
sophisticated technology than what already exists. Technology needs to go
beyond the IPhone, the IPad, and the Blackberry, and to create something for
which man can make eye contact with fellow man. The government feels this is
important, and is concerned at the lack of “feeling” between fellow humans,
that could lead to misunderstandings, savage internecine warfare between groups
of people which could escalate into something far more serious. A “feelings”
zsar is appointed to encourage more eye contact, and to emphasise the
importance of hand signals, and gestures. There is a certain degree of irony to
this, and rude jokes are exchanged between those of a certain humour.
In the meantime however man struggles on, coming to terms
with his new predicament. Facing the world mute and speechless and hoping for a
miracle.
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With advanced technology, human intellect may well improve
and this in turn will have a positive effect on the economy, but how this will impact
on society is not yet known. It is for the intellectuals and philosophers to
discuss, if there are any left. Forums and discussion groups are created and
ideas circulated in silence via IPads, and IPhones, and Blackberrys.
Like a billion demented cicadas the humans tap their way
through each day, the littlest ones – those little cicada nymphs crawl off to
school each day to tap out the 5 hour stretch till home time.
Eyes are the windows to the soul, but they are empty and
barren of light as they stare into their screens. Eyesight deteriorates over
time, the stress of too much close vision work. It is not uncommon to see
people walking around in magnified spectacles, like large fly eyes magnified to
the power of ten. It is a strange state of being.
But people find a unique way of communicating with each
other regardless of the situation they have found themselves in. They return to
cave art, graffiti, and painting as well as their computer screens to tell
their loved ones how much they are loved. It is not the disaster that some foresaw,
and the strongest always survive the weak. The most original among us think up
the most unique ways of communicating and interacting with fellow man. It has
become a much more rich and tactile environment in which to live, and in some
ways more pleasant. Man is tired of his technology although they serve a
purpose it is his ingenuity, and originality that holds sway.
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Although man adapts to his new environment there are certain
things he does struggle with. Face to face arguing is not without its problems.
It is farcical to attempt arguing with someone directly in front of you without
the power of speech. It is much like a comedy mime act as couples arguing in
the street struggling to communicate their anxieties and distress with arm
movement and mimed insults. Arguing by Ipad is futile, it neither serves the
purpose nor is it quick enough as angry responses are slow to arrive. Now
everyone is reliant on electronic media most of the time, signals are slower
than they once were. Arguing is done with speed interspersed with breaks to storm
off and re-enter the room. The dramatic entrance after a bout of fitful arguing
with one’s partner is rendered obsolete when one is reliant on a keyboard to
restart the argument again. Mobile phones and electronic tablets have been
smashed in frustration during a lover’s tiff.
There is in increase in accidents; garden accidents, car
accidents, all sorts of accidents because we cannot hear a voice behind us
warning us of impending disaster.
Needless to say man goes on, and there are some small groups within society who have found new and novel ways of communicating – oh and the art work! Man’s interpretations of his predicament are novel. A triptych of the world’s fate adorns the walls of a building just 3km from here. Written and drawn upon it are people’s messages of hope, love and anger, a far more interesting and promising interpretation of their muteness than crude imploring hands gesturing in cheap lurid colours, which seem to have been the trend of late. Mystical card drawings are intricately detailed in muted autumnal colours, but capture the mood perfectly. A man leans over an oval table knarled with age, whilst a young girl’s left arm gestures towards the spread to illustrate her message. Knowing little of these cards or their meaning is lost on many, as to the message the overall painting gives, but it is beautiful nonetheless.
They do say that it is possible for humans to lose their
ability to speak temporarily or permanently after shock or extreme emotional
experiences, although in this instance, that is not the case, or at least this
is what we have been led to believe. Perhaps it is what we want to believe, rather
than what has actually occurred, in that our muteness had been caused by some external
force greater than ourselves. Man has always needed to believe that there are
greater forces than himself. Nature is powerful it’s true, but man may have
caused his own demise, his own muteness, his own helplessness. Perhaps we have become
speechless for a reason that we do not yet understand. We may never speak again,
but man will evolve and adapt.