Signs of Disaster
A little bird sent me this article about using road signs to indicate the presence of zombies in a city. I think this is interesting and very useful, especially if solar powered to keep them lit after the normal power grids go down.
But then I realized the article wasn’t about zombies or ruined cities at all, but about hacking road signs, which changed the whole meaning of everything at once. I found myself asking a new question. What would I have done if I saw a sign like this?
Sure, I ask myself this every day, all the time. What would I have done if I were driving along and saw a sign warning of zombies in the next city? Would I stop, turn around, head for escape? Or what I forge ahead assuming some prank? Even better, would I forge ahead searching for my destiny and expecting to find it in 7 miles?
If we shove the imaginary hypothetical situations aside for a moment and seriously look at the real state of things, what would anyone do? If zombies had actually attacked and infected a city, these signs would be important notices to people driving in. Would people stop, take notice, turn around, arm themselves, search for loved ones? Or would they keep going, assuming some hooligans were calling Wolf?
Well, to forge ahead into a world of zombies would be dumb, and you would become as one in those movies we all scoff at, the one who didn’t notice the signs but forged ahead to death and misery. No one wants to be that guy, the guy everyone else thinks was being an idiot because the script writers were dumb and needed an excuse for gore, the one who made so many mistakes everyone thinks they could do better with one leg tied to one arm behind their back. That’s the risk you take for ignoring the signs.
And yet what if it were a joke? If you turned around, playing it for the safe side, pretty much everyone will assume you’re just plain nuts. Just crazy. Of course, that’s if it was all a prank (which it was in this case). So you risk looking like a fool, or an idiot, or at best some paranoid dangerous type of homeless person. And you also waste gas, time, good plans, receiving only ridicule and ruined memories.
The immediate consequences would send you toward the edge of doom, causing you to drive on into the maws of death (or into a normal city without zombies). The long term reward of life would only be rewarded if there really are zombies. It’s a dilemma, and still a dilemma.
What would I do? Easy. Take it seriously but turn the radio on and keep on keeping on. Shit like that gets around, if you know what I mean.
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