The Twilight Zone

Rod Serling: YOU'RE TRAVELING THROUGH ANOTHER DIMENSION.

A dimension not only of sight and sound, but of mind.

A journey into a wondrous land

whose boundaries are that of imagination.

Your next stop, the twilight zone.

Serling: THIS IS A JUNGLE,

a monument built by nature honoring disuse.

Commemorating a few years of nature

being left to its own devices.

But it's another kind of jungle,

the kind that comes in the aftermath

of man's battles against himself.

Hardly an important battle,

not a gettysburg or a marne or an iwo jima.

More like one insignificant corner patch in the crazy quilt of combat,

but it was enough to end the existence of this little city.

It's been 5 years since a human being walked these streets.

This is the first day of the sixth year,

as man used to measure time.

The time? Perhaps a hundred years from now, or sooner,

or perhaps it's already happened two million years ago.

The place? The signposts are in English,

so that we may read them more easily,

but the place is the twilight zone.

Here, invader. Eat.

Eat.

The only reason I can see for our fighting

is that your uniform is a different color than mine.

Do you understand my language?

I suppose not.

Anyway, I repeat...

There's no longer any reason for us to fight.

There are no longer any armies,

only rags of various colors

that were once uniforms.

Like the two sets of rags we wear.

There are no more boundaries,

governments, or noble causes,