landing at night

The landing had been broadcast to every television and every electronic device that could view it on the planet. It was a separate matter that not as many were watching it as had been the first one, almost half a century ago. They had landed on the moon. A mission without any hiccups. Not as many people cared anymore. It was just another step in the colonization of space. People only cared about the first astronaut. Do you know who the second man was? Do you know the names of any of the people that went with or helped Armstrong put his now-heroic first foot on the moon? First Foot. First foot. No you don’t. No one does. No one cares. Of course, if you put it in an environment where people can entertain themselves with the excuse of being educated, then people will leap at the thinly veiled veneer of falsehoods to ‘learn’. They’re not learning, in case the two sentences that precluded this one, you know, the ones heavily laden with sarcasm, dripping with oodles and oodles of it, in case those sentences weren’t clue enough. A surprisingly large number of the people that did watch it were glued to screens where the app they were using was not a video conferencing app or anything of that nature. They were watching on an app that gave them the pretense to watch it while they played a free for all video game. The landing had been broadcast to every television and screen on the planet. Not as significant a number as had been expected had watched it. But it seemed, that would turn out to be in the favor of those who made decisions that affected lives and the world. The world order. It would be in favor of them. There would be people that would always make up conspiracy theories. Easily pushed aside. Mocked. Derided. Their personal faults and flaws that were being impassively called ted by the ambivalent computers their tax payments had paid for, those would be weaponized against them. Only if needed. Which very likely, it wouldn’t be. The public has been so attuned to the demands of their leaders. Slight tweaking. Over decades of submission. Like the strings on a violin. So attuned that the truth no longer held sway. That the sane believed the truth to be a lie and the insane saw the truth, which to the rest was a farce. So when what needed to be done was done, the conspiracy theorists would call it out, and thus cement that the exact thing they were bullhorning across the streets was in fact what had not happened. Because what did these people, who shouted of an impossible secret world order, and aliens, and places where the leaders hid them, and monarchies in the modern world poisoning in plain sight their enemies, what did these people know. About anything. When they landed back on earth, still shaken from their trip, they were immediately executed.