Forgotten Names of Despair II - Ancient Images, Present Hopes...

Hi, folks, this is George (aka Crimson Frankie), and I bring you the second chapter of our fanfic series of short stories Forgotten names of despair. This time around, I intend to show you the collision of old and new times, of past and present, of "apparent" beauty and gruesome reality. Frederick is a simple man from Modoc, who happens to have found some pre-War films while scavenging an old library in Boneyard...

Ancient Images, Present Hopes

There used to be these things they called motion pictures back in the day when the bombs hadn't disgraced our legacies. They show real images of real people doing all sorts of things, but I don't know to what extent they were true. They made me think a lot about how the world around me used to be. I read that there were places where about fifty people gathered and watched motion pictures on a big panel. That must have been astonishing! I can't think of an occasion in which so many people would get together to do something other than killing each other, bartering, gambling, or gathering around a rotting corpse. Nothing this pleasurable, though. I've been watching some of them every once in a while. I found some wheels around which a sort of tape was placed, and I took them to good old Fritz in the Hub. He managed to get me a rusty device to play them and that I got to work. A TV set wasn't hard to find at all, and after I got that out of the way, I could finally envisage some of the wonders of the Pre-War paradise.
One of the motion pictures depicted a man embedded in riches and properties, who had never known the true scourge of hunger, or thirst, or disease. But something kept dragging him to the past, fond memories of his childhood. No gold or woman could make him feel complete. Another one showed a group of big-city travelers who had their plane crashed in the middle of some cold mountains. They were rescued and helped by an old and naturalistic community that lived in complete harmony; and there they found peace and enlightenment. Another one showed the story of a gigantic city where a wealthy youngster found love in the eyes of a poor simple girl, and delved into the underground of his city to find her. So much for pride. Good to see that they still believed in something deeper than resources back then.
The one I'm watching now is about a group of workers fighting some guards. I guess this is how big conflicts originated back in those days. An insignificant spark in the social order that disintegrated everybody's reason. Funny how they were so dramatic. Anything drove them mad, and they turned against each other for mere words (seeing how words are worth nothing today...). Right now, a son got killed in front of his mother for simply voicing his revolt against the guards.
But they did have the touch of depicting beautiful landscapes. This snowy field is astonishing... and I haven't seen snow since I was six, back in Modoc.
I guess it's time to leave. It was a hard day, especially compared to the easy days they had in these motion pictures. Good to go like this, appreciating the fine arts from before the big mistake. Lucky me who could find the tools and those wheels that have the pictures around them. Lucky me...
Look, they've won the revolution... (deep sigh)

Cfrankie fnod2