[Arthur takes a moment just to figure out how to explain this in a way that's understandable. And doesn't just sound like the ravings of a lunatic.]
No, it's alright, it's healthy, I think, for me to talk about it. That's part of trauma recovery, I've been told, and Wellington Wells was very traumatizing.
[Once you were off your Joy. He knows that his society left a mark on him, and he knows it's all very upsetting. But he does trust Claire, as much as he supposes he trusts anyone. And so far she's handled all his strange revelations rather well.]
It was mostly about control. Keeping us conditioned to listening to Uncle Jack without thought or question. He was...well, a sad story, really, but the mouthpiece and face of what passed for our government. He was on the telly from 6 AM until 11 PM. All we knew, all we learned, after the war...it all came from Uncle Jack. And most of it was just lies. He hosted the news, the cooking show, the music hour, the history hour, the comedy hour...and the daily Simon Says games. Everyone in town participated, either at the church with a guest host or at home or in the street watching through the general store's windows or one of the street mounted tellies.
[Arthur's eyes get far away behind his glasses, the static in the whites of his eyes thickening and quickening.]
You really didn't want to mess up during the game. The dance floor was electrified for a reason.
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No, it's alright, it's healthy, I think, for me to talk about it. That's part of trauma recovery, I've been told, and Wellington Wells was very traumatizing.
[Once you were off your Joy. He knows that his society left a mark on him, and he knows it's all very upsetting. But he does trust Claire, as much as he supposes he trusts anyone. And so far she's handled all his strange revelations rather well.]
It was mostly about control. Keeping us conditioned to listening to Uncle Jack without thought or question. He was...well, a sad story, really, but the mouthpiece and face of what passed for our government. He was on the telly from 6 AM until 11 PM. All we knew, all we learned, after the war...it all came from Uncle Jack. And most of it was just lies. He hosted the news, the cooking show, the music hour, the history hour, the comedy hour...and the daily Simon Says games. Everyone in town participated, either at the church with a guest host or at home or in the street watching through the general store's windows or one of the street mounted tellies.
[Arthur's eyes get far away behind his glasses, the static in the whites of his eyes thickening and quickening.]
You really didn't want to mess up during the game. The dance floor was electrified for a reason.