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Present a short speech or monologue using the video tool that would play on one of the parlor walls in our novel Fahrenheit 451. This could be a commercial, an advertisement, a short news clip, or a scene from a television show. Your speech should include at least 8 of your vocabulary terms in context. Your speech should be at between 90-120 seconds in length. After you post your response, watch and comment on at least three other classmates' posts. Your comments can be questions for further discussion or exploration, or connections to life and media.

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Brink, Conscientious, Obliterate, Dispassionate, Disposition, Interject, Intravenous, and Intermediary

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Hey it's Guy, Video Diary 1. Wednesday October 15th, 2025. I used to be just like them. Dispassionate. Efficient. Conscientious in the worst way of doing my job without thought, without question. Flame in, flame out. Obliterate the words, the ideas, the history. Just like that. Gone.

But now I can feel it. We’re standing on the brink, all of us. One more step and there’s no turning back. And still, no one wants to hear it. I tried to interject once, twice, just a thought, a question. But they look at me like I’ve lost my mind. Maybe I have. Or maybe I’ve finally found it.

The parlor walls interject noise into our veins like some intravenous drug. Not to heal us but to dull us. Make us forget who we are, what we were. People don’t talk anymore. They don’t think. The government,us firemen, we’ve become intermediaries between reality and a society too scared to face it.

And my wife Mildred,her disposition is so fragile. She’s slipping away, and I can’t reach her. The screen talks louder than I ever could.

If no one else will speak, then I will. Even if it burns me.

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You're regressing back to who you were, Jason. You've been so dispassionate about everything you've done for months. I heard you on the intercom this morning and there was no life in your voice whatsoever. Morning announcements are supposed to be annoyingly zealous! It's like you're living systematically; you just wake up, come to school, go to sleep, repeat. You're alive but you're not living. It reminds me of when you used to make me think there's some precipitous mountain in your head and the smallest torsion could make you obliterate. I don't know what this protracted era of your life this is, but if it doesn't come to an end soon, I might obliterate with you.