"Uh, they were television shows," Leith explained, "Of the comedic nature." He sighed forlornly, eyes almost glazing as he became more and more enraptured with the past. "We'd watch them together every Saturday night. As we drew closer and closer to war, though, most of them were cancelled in favor of drills, governmental announcements, propaganda, and the like. You see, our government argued that communism was bad, yet they usurped our own freedoms in order to 'protect' us from the Chinese threat. People who were suspected of not agreeing with the government were arrested and tortured for information, deported, you know, that sort of thing. When you wanted to go into the bigger cities, then you had to go through a station. They'd ask you questions, check your person--they had the authorization to go through your vehicle entirely, if they thought you to be anything but a true, down-to-earth American. In the last year before the bombs fell, I was checked every morning at work, considering that I worked for the government; before even then, we had new security installed, as well. It was...terrifying. The horror stories of them malfunctioning, of not believing your ID. You know those sentry bots? Think about doing your work while having one of those hovering over your shoulder, bombs and lasers at the ready if you made the slightest move that it detected to be 'threatening.'"