Parent Island: Television
From adventures in new parenting:
Parent Island, however otherwise primitive seeming, does also boast its share of technologies. No doubt these materials came to the island by gift, or by capture, or possibly as shipwrecked flotsam (if washed overboard) or jetsam (if thrown); none of this technology can possible have developed here by the islanders themselves.
I believe this to be certain if, for no other reason, than the great demands of the Little Lord occupying the vast bulk of the islanders’ times, energies, and attention—that, and the practice of the Little Lord to both claim for himself, and simultaneously attempt to break, all such technology.
Take the island’s televised receiver. A device that displays programming from various satellites and broadcasters throughout the more modern world (a world I very much miss, the longer I spent here on the island), it is a true marvel and wonderment; and one would naturally assume it to be a great boon to the Little Lord as well, to avail himself of said programming.
And yet, whenever the island priests attempt to tune the receiver for his amusement, the Little Lord demands its small, detached controller for himself. Whatever program is currently being appreciated by all other islanders (and even by the Little Lord himself, seemingly), he is quick to change the channel to something different, random, unwatchable. Many times, I have seen him change the receiver to no channel at all, to a setting where only the gray static between channels is shown.
At times, I wonder if his perception is somehow different from the rest of ours. If perhaps there is programming being shown at these empty settings, but only visible to one such as him, and not to the rest of us mere mortal subjects.
Then again, as I have said before, I also wonder about the Little Lord’s sanity. Whatever he sees there may merely be a product of his twisted, nightmarish imagination.