Interweb January 17th 2056 – The Last Words of the Last One
(An old woman with thinning grey hair sits alone on a chair, recording a message for posterity, she is sitting in a large semi derelict house, broken mirrors can be seen in the background, as can an overgrown garden, and a moss covered swimming pool. She begins to speak).
“This was a great place once. Everyone wanted to come here, but only a few did. They were all shapes and sizes, all ages and races. They all came here to be recognised and be judged. Oh they had good times, and they had bad times, there were tears and there was joy, there was human kindness and there was pure human spite. There were lies and there were pure simple truths.”
“This was a strange place once. This was a place where things were not real. This was a place where an oxo cube could cause war, a place were grown men and women dressed as clowns and fought over a tray of food.”
“I remember when the first ones came. They were the trail blazers, but one amongst them was not honest, and he was cast out. And one other won. And he, in an act of great kindness, gave his winnings to a disabled girl. And he became famous.”
“And then the beautiful ones wanted to come here. And they did come, the beautiful ones, they came from all over. They came to be noticed, they came to be adored. But it wasn’t enough. And it was the least among them who was the most noticed. The small one, the one whom they thought looked like a pig who became the most noticed. The world was on it’s head …. But she was the first to go. No they have all gone. All except me.”
“And the crowds gathered to watch them, in their millions, they sat at home and watched them, marvelled at them and cringed at them. The camp air steward, the blonde Essex girl, the Christian from the remote island, the Portuguese transsexual, the orange Geordie, the tourettes guy, the dim black guy, the nice Welsh girl, the gurning pair of tits, and the country bumpkin with the udders, they all followed on from the kind one. It all seemed so important at the time. Now I struggle to remember their names.”
“And as they all passed through they were evicted one by one. They were scorned and ridiculed, but still they came. They were booed and berated, but still they came. It was like a drug to them. They hung on for as long as they could. Like the first one they all had a price. Their lives were for sale. But it never lasted. For another group would come, more extreme than the last, and the previous ones would stand alone in the cold looking on in envy. They would give anything to have their time again. But in the end they were all forgotten. Even the kind guy, the first one and the air steward. All forgotten.”
“Some would never recover. For one it was too much when it all ended. She was the second to go. Now they are all gone. All except me. I am the last one, I am the last housemate …. and well I think I may just have to go to the Great Reality Show in the sky. Hopefully some one will find me and ask “Who is she?”. And I will look down and think “There was a time when everybody knew”
(The old ladies head drops down as if in peaceful sleep, after a few minutes her chest stops rising and falling, from beneath her lank hair a necklace falls. It is a small necklace adorned with only one object ….. a small golden letter N).
(An old woman with thinning grey hair sits alone on a chair, recording a message for posterity, she is sitting in a large semi derelict house, broken mirrors can be seen in the background, as can an overgrown garden, and a moss covered swimming pool. She begins to speak).
“This was a great place once. Everyone wanted to come here, but only a few did. They were all shapes and sizes, all ages and races. They all came here to be recognised and be judged. Oh they had good times, and they had bad times, there were tears and there was joy, there was human kindness and there was pure human spite. There were lies and there were pure simple truths.”
“This was a strange place once. This was a place where things were not real. This was a place where an oxo cube could cause war, a place were grown men and women dressed as clowns and fought over a tray of food.”
“I remember when the first ones came. They were the trail blazers, but one amongst them was not honest, and he was cast out. And one other won. And he, in an act of great kindness, gave his winnings to a disabled girl. And he became famous.”
“And then the beautiful ones wanted to come here. And they did come, the beautiful ones, they came from all over. They came to be noticed, they came to be adored. But it wasn’t enough. And it was the least among them who was the most noticed. The small one, the one whom they thought looked like a pig who became the most noticed. The world was on it’s head …. But she was the first to go. No they have all gone. All except me.”
“And the crowds gathered to watch them, in their millions, they sat at home and watched them, marvelled at them and cringed at them. The camp air steward, the blonde Essex girl, the Christian from the remote island, the Portuguese transsexual, the orange Geordie, the tourettes guy, the dim black guy, the nice Welsh girl, the gurning pair of tits, and the country bumpkin with the udders, they all followed on from the kind one. It all seemed so important at the time. Now I struggle to remember their names.”
“And as they all passed through they were evicted one by one. They were scorned and ridiculed, but still they came. They were booed and berated, but still they came. It was like a drug to them. They hung on for as long as they could. Like the first one they all had a price. Their lives were for sale. But it never lasted. For another group would come, more extreme than the last, and the previous ones would stand alone in the cold looking on in envy. They would give anything to have their time again. But in the end they were all forgotten. Even the kind guy, the first one and the air steward. All forgotten.”
“Some would never recover. For one it was too much when it all ended. She was the second to go. Now they are all gone. All except me. I am the last one, I am the last housemate …. and well I think I may just have to go to the Great Reality Show in the sky. Hopefully some one will find me and ask “Who is she?”. And I will look down and think “There was a time when everybody knew”
(The old ladies head drops down as if in peaceful sleep, after a few minutes her chest stops rising and falling, from beneath her lank hair a necklace falls. It is a small necklace adorned with only one object ….. a small golden letter N).
Does this mean *gulp* - no more Nark'em?! 
