From the day
Perspective: The Future Historian · Sound
The percussive roar of the Colorado’s six-inch guns still echoes in the morning air, a violent rhythm that some blockhead nearby tries to drown out by cranking a jaunty rendition of "In My Merry Oldsmobile." I lean against the brickwork, the sharp clinical scent of a nearby dental office wafting out where they’ve just begun experimenting with **Novocain**, replacing the old screams with a terrifying, chemically-induced silence. The city is a cacophony of progress, from the clatter of the new **Jukebox** prototypes in the parlors to the whispered rumors of Maxim’s firearm **silencers** turning lethality into a hush. Even the horses seem spooked by the mechanical grinding of a future that refuses to arrive quietly.