Blinded by the light of the central sun, we stumble out on the streets of the TV Planet. Out of the sky, absolute freak of nature, falls a meteorite, headed right towards the top of our shoes. It is shaped like an out of date coin, with the year rubbed off, and only the central image, a quite clear replica of the tv planet, still preserved. The coin-meteorite misses our shoes, and hits us right on the top of the head. Or, actually, it passes right though us, as if it were made of neutrinos.     Together, we traveled back through the Planet of Television, which was transmitting the dead to the future.