He always wondered what his father was up to in the shed—at the back of the mansion lied a Victorian one that was run down. Everyday father went down to the ‘dollhouse’ as he called it and began to make a load of racket for the world to hear. It went like this until the sounds ceased at 6:00 on the dot and father went back to the house and didn’t say anything.

  The boy knew not to ask—It was 2050, and because of the telecrash of 2040, no screens were allowed. The world revolved to a pre-1950 space technologically, where people that described screens seemed to stare in awe. Though no one tried to recreate one, or could using the methods found, as the government had outlawed it and felt it was better to be left untouched(One of the most controversal decisions in the court).

  Computers all over became obsolete. Televisions have been destroyed as well. The world had abandoned all use of screens and children begun to play outside again; But people still lust for screens, screens that had so much power and knowledge, now dead to the outside world, and all of the charitable efforts started with it.

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  The world felt old again as well; Typewriters had come back and it was all wonky again. s reverted to the way they were in the 40s. Life was so much different; There were good things, and plenty bad; People who were used to technologyhad a hard time reajusting to fix-it nature; Companies and Repair Services have grown as the top brands, and cost high enough prices to drive market inflations. And in it all there is one man who lead those who could not stand it; the boys father.

  His father dreamed of becoming a coder when he was a child, but after the great telecrash robbed him of that he felt like his life's purpose had been eradicated. So he and a few others who also felt they had been robbed of their life(Computerists, Telewriters, Ect.) banded together to create the National Tech Association, who strived to bring back screens through other means.

  So, respecting his father's efforts to get around the rule, the boy never did go into the shed, and let it stay like that until he was 18. On that day his father came in and told him that he wanted to show him something, so he went to the shed with his father.

  It was a machine made of tubes and metals and had steam coming out of it; In the middle was something that looked like a screen. Father asked him to try it. So he did and pushed a few buttons.

  The boy went tumbling into the chasm below, his father heard the grinding. He smiled, went inside and asked his wife to find another child:

  ‘Just one more,’ he said, ‘And a new screen shall be created.’