“From all of us at Channel 9... good night, and may your signal always find its way home.”
[The picture begins to collapse into a bright white dot in the center of the screen, then flickers.]
(Soft click of a stopwatch.)
“But now, the transmitter hums a lonely song. The studio lights grow cold. And the cathode ray tube, that glowing window to other worlds, fades to a single, silver dot.”
(The sound of a needle drop onto vinyl. A slow, patriotic instrumental plays faintly—"The Star-Spangled Banner" or "Nearer My God to Thee.") old tv broadcast
[Loud POP as the transmitter cuts off. Pure, hissing static. Then silence.] [END OF TAPE. PLEASE REWIND.]
[Video switches to a slow pan of a silent, empty TV studio. A single camera tilts downward. Dust motes float in the blue light.] “From all of us at Channel 9
[Black and white test pattern with high-pitched tone. Static crackles. The tone fades.] [Cut to: Grainy, slightly out-of-focus shot of a waving American flag or a spinning globe.] [Text overlay in a serif font: "THIS CONCLUDES OUR BROADCAST DAY"]