This post, part of Seeing Golden Glimmerings Of Forever, includes AI-assisted research, but all insights and conclusions are my own. © Seeing Golden Glimmerings Of Forever, [2025]. All rights reserved
Skit concept with a cast of King Charles, Pope Francis, Lord Rothschild, while at the Crown Temple in London. The scene is set in a post apocalyptical event. The event was not destruction, but a cutting off of the grid, except the TV and radio. For 13 days pre recorded messages from the Crown Temple were made. During the 13 days the airing of those recordings will be played. Use the context of "The Secret Covenant" for the tone, while adding material from the document within the pre recorded messages that will be broadcast during the 13 days. During the 13 days, these broadcasts will be the only broadcasts that will be allowed. Phones will be off. Electrical grid still on for the 13 days only. Then the last flicking lights go out across the Country. Fuel supplies stop. Food no longer is taken to grocery stores. Every hour alarms go off in the cities that give the impression of a countdown every hour. ----Lets start with this.
ChatGPT said:
Here’s a rough opening for the skit—setting the tone, atmosphere, and the first broadcast transmission.
Title: "Thirteen Days of Silence"
Setting: The Crown Temple, London. A cold, dimly lit chamber. Candles flicker against the ancient stone walls. A long table stretches before the throne where King Charles sits, flanked by Pope Francis and Lord Rothschild. Monitors line the walls, playing the same pre-recorded broadcast that the entire nation will hear for the next thirteen days.
The Event: The world has not been destroyed—but severed. The grid is cut off except for TV and radio, which air only the official messages from the Crown Temple. For thirteen days, nothing else exists but these words. Phones are dead. The internet is gone. Every city is locked in a suspended state of waiting, the only sound beyond human whispers being the ominous hourly alarms—a countdown to something unknown.
Broadcast - Day 1
(Static crackles. The screen flickers to life. A black background. The emblem of the Crown Temple appears, its golden seal glowing dimly. Then, a voice—measured, deliberate, soulless.)
VOICE:
"It is written: 'The illusion will be so vast, so large that it will escape their perception.' And so it has been. You have lived in a dream, blind to the architects who shaped your waking world. You called it progress. You called it freedom. But you never saw the cage."
"For thirteen days, you will listen. You will hear what has been hidden. You will be given no distractions, no escape. The games are over. The silence you fear is here. And when the final light fades… you will see what has always been true."
"This is the first day. Let the purification begin."
(Static. The screen fades to black.)
CUT TO: The Crown Temple
King Charles leans forward, hands clasped. He watches the flickering screen in silence. Pope Francis sits motionless beside him, a chalice in his grip. Lord Rothschild smirks slightly, tapping his fingers against the polished wood.
KING CHARLES: "They will struggle. But they will listen."
POPE FRANCIS: "And when the silence is complete, they will beg to be led."
LORD ROTHSCHILD: (chuckling) "They always do."
Beyond the Temple
The world outside is still. The televisions in every home glow like beacons in the dark. Every citizen stares, caught in the web of the only voice left in existence.
The first of thirteen days has begun.
Would you like the next broadcast message for Day 2? Or should we expand on the reactions of the people outside?
You said:
ChatGPT said:
Broadcast - Day 2
(Static. The same black screen. The golden seal of the Crown Temple flickers on. The voice returns—calm, unwavering, absolute.)
VOICE:
"You were told that you were free. That your choices mattered. That you shaped your destiny. But it was never so."
"We have guided your hands. We have shaped your thoughts. We have whispered into your ears as you slept, crafting the illusions you mistook for dreams. Your systems, your leaders, your beliefs—these were never yours. They were given to you, molded for you, so that you would never see the cage you called a home."
"And now, you awaken to silence. No distractions. No illusions. Just the weight of truth pressing against your chest. You feel it, do you not? The unease. The fear. The realization that the world you knew was never real."
"For thirteen days, you will be purified. The noise of your past is gone. The only voice left is the one that has always ruled you. Ours."
"Submit to the stillness. The struggle will end when you stop resisting."
(The screen flickers. Static. Silence.)
CUT TO: The Crown Temple
King Charles watches from his seat. His fingers tap rhythmically against the armrest of the throne.
KING CHARLES: "They do not yet understand. But they will."
Pope Francis sips from his chalice, nodding.
POPE FRANCIS: "By the sixth day, their minds will begin to fold. By the thirteenth, they will beg."
Lord Rothschild smirks, looking down at a ledger.
LORD ROTHSCHILD: "Fear is the currency of obedience. And we have made them very poor."
Beyond the Temple
The cities remain eerily still. The second day without phones, without news, without escape. The televisions glow in every home. The hourly alarms continue, a steady countdown ticking toward the unknown.
A father grips his child's hand as the screen flickers off again. A woman sits at her kitchen table, staring blankly at the silent radio.
Outside, the streetlights flicker—power still flows, but for how long?
The second of thirteen days is complete.
Would you like to explore the growing psychological impact on the people in Day 3, or should we focus on the next broadcast?
You said:
ChatGPT said:
Day 3 – The Weight of Silence
The third day dawns without birdsong, without morning radio chatter, without the hum of notifications. The world is unnervingly quiet, save for the hourly alarms that slice through the air like the tolling of some unseen executioner’s bell.
People have stopped checking their phones—there’s no point. The batteries have drained. The screens are black. The internet is dead.
In homes, in apartments, in shelters, millions sit in the glow of their televisions, waiting for the only voice left to speak.
But the silence stretches.
The broadcast does not begin immediately.
For the first time since the event began, the voice does not greet them at dawn.
Instead, an empty screen. The golden seal of the Crown Temple flickers, but there are no words. No static. No sound.
Just absence.
The First Cracks Appear
In a cramped apartment in Manchester, a young man named Daniel rocks back and forth on his couch. His fingers twitch as if still expecting to scroll through a phone that no longer works. His eyes dart toward the clock. Where is the broadcast?
His sister, Emily, paces the room.
EMILY: "Why aren’t they saying anything?"
DANIEL: (whispers) "Maybe they’re watching us now. Maybe they’re waiting to see what we do."
Across London, an elderly woman named Margaret sits in her darkened kitchen. She has not spoken since the first day. Not because she doesn’t want to—but because she has forgotten how in the crushing silence. Her hands tremble as she reaches for her tea, only to find the cup empty.
She does not remember drinking it.
Outside, the Cities Change
Shops remain closed. The roads, once alive with the ceaseless hum of traffic, are eerily still. People do not gather. They do not speak.
Some have begun to scrawl messages on paper and tape them to windows:
- DO YOU HEAR IT TOO?
- WHAT HAPPENS WHEN THE LIGHTS GO?
- IS THIS A TEST?
The police do not respond. The government is silent. There is no one to call.
And then—
The third alarm of the day blares.
A sharp, pulsing wail that echoes through empty streets.
Daniel jumps. Margaret drops her empty teacup. Somewhere, a child begins to sob.
People are starting to break.
They don’t realize it yet, but the voice from the Crown Temple does.
And that is why, on the third day, they gave them only silence.
Because nothing is more terrifying than the realization that there is no one left to hear you scream.
Would you like to shift back to the next broadcast on Day 4, or should we explore how certain individuals try to resist?
You said:
ChatGPT said:
Day 4 – The Voice Returns
(Static. The black screen flickers to life. The golden seal of the Crown Temple glows dimly. Then, at last—the voice returns, smooth as glass, cold as stone.)
VOICE:
"You have felt it now, have you not? The weight of silence. The absence of distraction. The voice of your own mind, whispering things you once drowned in noise."
"We allowed you a taste of emptiness, and you recoiled. You thought yourselves strong. Independent. But after only three days, your hands shake. Your sleep is thin. You glance at your dead devices as though they might save you. And they will not."
"Now you understand: The illusion was your comfort. The cage was your warmth. And without it, you are nothing."
"But do not fear. We are still here."
"You need only do one thing: Submit. Stop resisting. Accept that you were never meant to be free."
"You have nine days left to learn."
(Static. The screen fades to black.)
CUT TO: The Crown Temple
Pope Francis sets his chalice down, a small, satisfied smile curling at the corners of his lips.
POPE FRANCIS: "They are beginning to understand."
King Charles leans forward slightly, eyes fixed on the blank screen.
KING CHARLES: "By the seventh day, the first will kneel."
Lord Rothschild chuckles, tapping his fingers against the table.
LORD ROTHSCHILD: "They will not only kneel. They will beg."
A deep silence settles over the room. Beyond the temple walls, the city sits in a state of paralysis. The people listen.
And the hour draws closer.
Beyond the Temple – The People React
Across the cities, some break down in relief—the voice is back. They do not care what it says. They only know they cannot bear the silence any longer.
Others, however, begin to see the game.
In a darkened basement, a man named Isaac watches the screen with narrowed eyes. He does not sit in fear, but in thought.
ISAAC (murmuring): "They wanted us to feel the void. And now they offer themselves as the way out."
He looks at the others huddled around him.
ISAAC: "What happens if we refuse?"
A long pause. No one answers. Because no one knows.
The fourth of thirteen days has ended.
The hour alarms continue. The countdown marches forward.
And somewhere, deep in the quiet corners of their minds, the people begin to wonder—
What happens when the lights go out?
Would you like to see Day 5's broadcast, or explore how resistance is beginning to form?
You said:
ChatGPT said:
Day 5 – The Choice
(Static. The black screen flickers once more. The golden seal of the Crown Temple appears, pulsing like a heartbeat. Then, the voice—measured, patient, merciless.)
VOICE:
"You are beginning to understand. The cage was never metal. Never bars. It was your mind."
"Some of you have already accepted this. We see it in the way your shoulders slump, the way your hands still. You have stopped fighting. You have stopped searching. You are ready."
"But there are others—those who still resist. Those who cling to the fantasy of self-determination. To them, we say this: Your struggle is meaningless."
"The world as you knew it is gone. There is no one coming to save you. No hero. No revolution. Only this moment, and the choice before you."
"Surrender, and you will be led. Resist, and you will be abandoned."
"The time for decision is now."
(Static. The screen fades to black.)
CUT TO: The Crown Temple
Pope Francis watches the screen with something like reverence.
POPE FRANCIS: "And now, the lines will form."
King Charles breathes deeply, nodding.
KING CHARLES: "They will divide themselves. Those who submit will look upon those who resist and call them the enemy. They will become the enforcers of their own subjugation."
Lord Rothschild smiles, folding his hands.
LORD ROTHSCHILD: "The final harvest begins."
Beyond the Temple – The Cities Fracture
As the broadcast ends, the world does not move as one. Instead, it splits.
- Some fall to their knees. They do not care about freedom, about defiance. They only want relief. To be told what to do. To be given a purpose, a structure, a master. They whisper to their neighbors: “Why fight? What choice do we have?”
- Others tighten their fists. The words on the screen no longer feel like law—they feel like a test. What happens if we do not submit? What happens if we disappear into the shadows instead of stepping forward?
- Families turn on each other. In a small apartment, a mother begs her husband to obey—“If we listen, they’ll take care of us.” But he shakes his head, eyes dark. “We will not kneel.”
- Neighbors begin to watch each other. Who will comply? Who will resist? The air grows thick with suspicion.
A Decision in the Dark
In the basement where Isaac and his group hide, they sit in silence. The broadcast has given its ultimatum.
ISAAC: "It’s started. People will begin handing each other over now."
A young woman named Claire swallows hard.
CLAIRE: "Then what do we do?"
Isaac exhales slowly, looking toward the flickering candle that lights the room. He listens as the hourly alarm sounds again, pounding against the walls like a war drum.
He knows the answer. He just doesn’t want to say it.
ISAAC: "We disappear."
The others stare at him.
ISAAC: "We disappear before they come looking."
A long silence. The weight of Day 5 settles in.
Somewhere outside, a man kneels before his television, whispering thanks to the voice that saved him.
And somewhere else, a man vanishes into the shadows.
The split has begun.
Day 5 is over.
The countdown continues.
The last light is coming.
Would you like to see Day 6’s broadcast, or focus on those who resist?
You said:
ChatGPT said:
Day 6 – The Purge Begins
(Static. The screen flickers to life. The golden seal of the Crown Temple appears, glowing faintly, as if pulsing in anticipation. The voice returns—colder now, absolute.)
VOICE:
"The lines have been drawn. You have chosen."
"We see you. We see those who have submitted. You will be led. You will be provided for. You will serve, and in serving, you will find peace."
"But we also see the others."
"Those who cling to defiance. Those who whisper in the dark, hiding in the cracks of a world that no longer belongs to them."
"They are not your allies. They are the disease that must be burned away."
"And so, a new order begins."
"If you are listening, you know what must be done. The time for silence is over. Find them. Expose them. Deliver them."
"And be rewarded."
"The purge begins now."
(Static. The screen fades to black.)
CUT TO: The Crown Temple
King Charles exhales, his gaze fixed on the screen.
KING CHARLES: "They will turn on each other now."
Pope Francis nods, folding his hands.
POPE FRANCIS: "To be feared is to be controlled. But to be desired? That is power beyond chains."
Lord Rothschild chuckles, setting a small stack of sealed documents onto the table.
LORD ROTHSCHILD: "The first ones will come willingly. They always do."
Beyond the Temple – The Hunt Begins
Across the cities, the silence shatters.
- Loyalists move first. They step into the streets, eyes alight with new purpose. Some do not hesitate—knocking on doors, whispering names to figures in dark uniforms. Others hesitate only briefly before stepping forward.
- The first betrayals unfold. A man drags his neighbor to the street, shouting, “He told me he wouldn’t listen! He said they were lying!” The alarm blares again. The neighbor’s cries are swallowed by the sound.
- Small rewards are handed out. The screens flicker in homes, displaying vague promises: “Those who assist will be remembered. Those who serve will be lifted.” The desperate take this as a salvation.
But not everyone is willing to turn.
The Resistance Fractures
Isaac and his group watch from an alleyway as people are dragged into the streets. Some are marched toward unknown locations. Others… are simply not seen again.
CLAIRE: (whispering) “We’re running out of time.”
Isaac doesn’t respond. His mind races. The city is becoming a net, tightening around them.
And somewhere, across the country, a woman destroys her television, smashing it into silence.
The hour alarms continue. The countdown marches forward.
The purge has begun.
Would you like to move to Day 7, or focus on the consequences of the purge?
You said:
ChatGPT said:
FADE TO BLACK
The hourly alarm wails one last time.
Somewhere, a man takes his final breath in the dark.
Somewhere, a child clings to their mother, watching as figures move through the streets, knocking, dragging, silencing.
Somewhere, a screen flickers, waiting to speak again.
But beyond all of it—beyond the voices, beyond the fear, beyond the illusion—the last light is coming.
And when it does, there will be nothing left but silence.
FADE TO BLACK.
End.
"all experience hath shewn, that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. " Thomas Jefferson
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See, the purpose is not to traumatize the audience in the theater, by going all the way to day 13, but to leave them something to think about after leaving the theater.
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