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June 16, 2006
Alaskan in Exile
by Neil Zawicki

The Television of the United States, Part Three

     Luke leaned back in his chair with a casual coolness. He took a sip of his iced tea and then, glancing at the girl, moved to set it back on the table. But he was off by three inches, and his glass hit the floor with a loud crash.

     The girl jumped in her chair and immediately began straightening her things on the table. Luke crouched to clean up his mess.

     "Do you need some help?" asked the girl.

     Luke looked up and hit his head on the underside of the table. The girl smiled.

     "Oh, ah, no, no," he said, "I'll get it."

     The girl climbed off her chair and began picking up pieces of glass. Her brown hair fell in a mess to one side of her head, and as she worked, it brushed across Luke's face. The two of them worked silently, collecting the glass as the announcer continued:

     "If you've already purchased your new silver couch and loveseat combination, you may indicate so by displaying a red light-emitting diode at the end of your driveway. If you have yet to purchase a new silver couch and loveseat combination, you'd better move fast..."

     The girl had stopped cleaning, and was looking at Luke, who stopped as well when he noticed.

     "Do-do you have your silver couch and loveseat combination?" he asked with a nervous tilt.

     "Are you serious?" replied the girl.

     Luke gestured to the screens.

     "But aren't you supposed to-"

     "Where'd you come from?" asked the girl finally.

     "Well, ah, I'm from the west."

     "No TV," said the girl immediately.

     Luke leaned back a bit.

     "Yeah, that's right. Not like here. Sorry. This is all just a little bit amazing to me, but I'm sure you're used to it," he said.

     "What's that like?" asked the girl.

     "What?" asked Luke.

     "No TV. Ever."

     "Well, it's...there's..."

     Luke couldn't find the words.

     "There's a lot more to do and a lot more time for it all. Even though it's the same time as here and all, but I guess with all the shows to watch, you really don't need to-"

     "My name's Johanna," said the girl.

     "Luke. I’m Luke. Hi Johanna."

     "What do you mean 'a lot more to do?'" asked Johanna.

     "Well, like right now, in this cafe’, of course there wouldn't be any television screens, but somebody would probably be busy building a bike and maybe we would be playing music, or trying to anyway. But sometimes people just sit and eat their lunch and listen to each other and argue and laugh."

     "People build bikes?" asked Johanna.

     "Well, it's just an example, but everyone has a thing they do with their time," explained Luke. "It's what my dad calls 'deliberate thought manifestation.'"

     "He calls it what?" asked Johanna.

     Luke shrugged.

     "I know, it sounds so serious," he said. "It's just his way of saying people who are free of TV discover talents and ideas they never knew they had."

     "Oh yeah!" replied Johanna. "That's like on "Summertime Road" when Will tells Sally he's going to build a bigger living room and she tells him he'll need to get help form the neighbors and then they all have a big picnic."

     Luke went blank, and Johanna brushed her hand across her hair.

     "Sorry," she said. "I forgot."

     "Is that on TV?" Luke asked.

     Johanna looked away.

     "Yeah. What isn't," she said. "What do you do with your time?"

     "Here?"

     "No. When you're home. When there's no TV."

     "I guess I just like to learn new things," Luke said. "But I came here for a reason."

     "To see what TV is like?"

     "No. To become the president."

     Johanna went blank.

     "Are you serious?"

     Luke held his head up, and looked up.

     "The President of the Television of the United States."









      Neil Zawicki, exiled Alaskan, is Editor at Large for Insurgent49, a former reporter for the Alaska Star, and winner of the Alaska Press Club's 'Best Columnist' award. He is now living out the rest of his days in an undisclosed location in Oregon. He can be contacted athondo23@gmail.com

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