Well, here was my story. Of course, the usual disclaimers about it being completely fictional, and any similarity to persons living or dead is quite coincidental.
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23.33
Damn this head-cold. It's been keeping you awake for the last three days, and you're getting tired of watching endless episodes of
V Graham Norton
. But yet you can't sleep. Sigh. As you're laying on the couch, watching an odd repeat
The Simpsons
on BBC Two, you feel a thump in the floor, as if someone has dropped something very heavy upstairs. The windows shake for a fraction of a second.
The reception on the television gets very poor for about a second and a half, and then goes black altogether, as your Freeview box can no longer detect a good signal from your aerial. "Strange," you think, as you briefly consider getting up off the couch and twiddling some of the cables behind the television.
But before you can do that, a frozen image of
The Simpsons
re-appears (Barney, mid-belch) for nearly 5 minutes. Strange indeed -- and you just got your new digibox last week. Tsk. But you're too achy to get off the couch.
It dawns on you that it might not be a digibox problem, as you remember that deep, heavy thump. Just as this crosses the transom of your mind, a screen appears, with no audio. You flick over to One, Choice, News 24, and even Four to see what's going on there ... and they all have a frozen screen, like this one. You go back to BBC One, figuring that's the best place to be.
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You go cold. Not like cold when it's snowing, but cold from the inside. Deep down, you know something is wrong. It's not something you've seen on television before, and being the television anorak you are, that's saying something. Overlooking the fact that there are two DOGs on screen, you sit there, transfixed, as the second hand sweeps clockwise --
is that a VT clock?
--, and eerie timing beeps begin to tick off the seconds.
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bip! bip! bip! bip! bip! bip! beeeeeeeeeeeep!
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Hey! That's your transmitter. A recorded announcement comes on, and says in a very passive, matter-of-fact tone "This is a BBC emergency transmission. Please stay calm, and stand by for important information, following shortly." You watch the ribbons flutter benignly for what seems like an eternity, but is really about 7 seconds. You hear the audio of a very busy room pop in, and then see an image of a distraught looking Adrian Finighan in the World studio.
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"Yes. Right. No, I'll start now. Good. Are we ready?" He mutters to someone probably as distracted as he is in the control booth. If Adrian's not doing well, you know things must be bad. And in the back of your mind, you wonder
does this mean I get BBC World now?
And they seem to have gotten their DOGs sorted out.
"Ah, yes, good evening, I'm Adrian Finighan in London, and this is an emergency broadcast to alert you of a situation that has taken place just a few moments ago. "
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"We're receiving reports that ... we're being told that there has been a large ... a very large explosion in the Channel, possibly over the Eurotunnel. The Royal Air Force, who were performing exercises in the area tonight, say that they witnessed a small nuclear explosion. An explosive device was detonated -- possibly in a boat -- over the Eurotunnel."
"We are now being instructed to advise ... uh ... residents along east-facing shores to move inland. Your local police will be coordinating evacuation routes. Please, the thing to remember now is please, do not panic."
Panic. Sure, you think. You're not going to panic. You just have to get a fresh pair of pants on, and you'll be leaving shortly.
~fin~
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