Charles Beaumont
Mary looked at the moving wall. It was a film of a terrible, terrible disaster. 'Does it have to be on, Mother?' 'Well, nobody seems to be watching. I don’t think the doctor would mind if I switched it off.' Mrs. Cuberle rose from the couch and walked to the wall. She depressed a little button and the life went from the wall, flickering and glowing. Mary opened her eyes. 'Honestly,' Mrs. Cuberle said to a woman sitting beside her, 'you’d think they’d try to get something else. We might as well go to the museum and watch the first landing on Mars. The Mayoraka Disaster -- really!'
