He flipped through product infomercials, late-night movies, and re-runs of old sitcoms. His eyes drooped. Just before he decided to give in and turn it off, a familiar logo faded in on the screen, beginning with a simple, black and white image of a door. At first he thought it was an episode of The Twilight Zone, but the picture quality was too clear, and it lacked Rod Serling’s iconic voice.
The door swung open, and the camera move forward into the light.
“Here’s what you missed on last week’s Fading Out!”
What followed was a series of scenes depicting young twenty-somethings lamenting about the lousy job market, their lack of direction, and the mundane nature of their generation. The show was, in a sense, a depiction of everyday life, only dramatized in the same fashion as every other reality TV show.
“Critics call Fading Out ‘the most refreshing, realistic reality show on television!’”
You’ve got to be kidding me.
The commercial concluded with the doorway. It closed. An infomercial followed.
Donovan frowned, rolling his tired eyes. “The shit they show on TV these days,” he whispered, realizing that he sounded like his parents. He chuckled all the way back up the stairs.