The Marvelous New Device Week 6

The way the device was presented to the country was border line hilarious. The piece of silk was removed very slowly, showing a square, as big as a kitchen radio, with a touch-screen and two wires with intimidating rubber and metal ends that apparently had to be plugged to the sides of one's head. 'It’s Marvellous! Magnificent! Brilliant!' claimed the creators and the advertising agencies. It promised to deliver sensations to the user, any sensations you wanted to feel. Yes, you heard right.
Britain was reluctant. Sensations? Do you even know your market? This Is England! At the end, the government was convinced and agreed to send one to every home, under the excuse that it could increase the overall happiness levels and a happier population is a more productive population.
That's how one ended up in Mr. Dean's home. Mrs. Dean was secretively pleased, if she could only stir up Mr. Dean's heart again... It seemed, now a days, as if he wanted nothing, longed for nothing and believed in nothing. She still did her little odd knitting jobs here and there, so that and her friend Mrs. Raj, with whom she exchanged recipes, kept her spirit awake. She told him this every now and then. He replied that music could do just as well. Still, he would never even get near the radio. He was once curious, and maybe a bit of that curiosity of youth still remained in him. One day when Mrs. Dean wasn't home, he thought he would 'give it a go'. He programmed it to infuse 'Illusion' and ‘Hope’; the one he felt when he was a child. He was known for knowing no limits to the things he wanted; always trying to reach further than his little arms would allow him to.
He sat back and turned it on. There was silence and suddenly, almost immediately, tears starting rolling down from this admittedly cold hearted retired grumpy post man eyes. Mr. Dean felt hope, pure hope. He stretched out his arms, as if he was trying to reach for something. Something that he longed for and believed he could get.
The songs of Ella Fitzgerald never took him to this... child like sense of... what’s going on?
Mr. Dean's head plugged to a device actually made him feel the hope. It worked and it was Marvellous, Magnificent, Brilliant.
And with a shiver down his spine, he felt lucky to live in this time, of electricity infused feelings.