Blinded by the  lumière  of the central  soleil , we stumble out on the streets of the TV Planet. Out of the  ciel , absolute freak of nature, falls a meteorite, headed right towards the top of our  chaussures . It is shaped like an out of date coin, with the year rubbed off, and only the central image, a quite clear replica of the  télé   planète , still preserved. The coin-meteorite misses our  chaussures , and hits us right on the top of the  tête . Or, actually, it passes right though us, as if it were made of neutrinos.     Ensemble, nous sommes repartis vers la Planète de la Télévision, qui transmettait les morts vers le futur.