Soon after he entered his old, rotten house and resumed inspecting the black rectangle. He sat down in the middle of the bare living room with it and ran his fingers on sides feeling grooves. On one side there was a knob with a symbol he could understand: an arrow. He pushed the arrow and the rectangle clicked and opened about an inch. The pale man winced at this weird contraption and opened it carefully. On the upper half of the inside was a smooth, glass pane and on the other part were dozens of buttons, all with strange symbols engraved on them. He cocked his head and studied them. He had never seen a language like this before. In the corner, however, were four buttons with arrows pointing in different directions.
He pushed them out of curiosity. Nothing happened. So he began to push all of the buttons with both index fingers excitedly, finding it fun. He then pressed a button that resembled a hollow circle with a line running through it and the black rectangle began to emit light. Instead of backing away in fear, he leaned forward in curiosity. A white circle spun in the middle of the screen. He squinted his eyes and scratched his bald head. It was an image but it was moving. He reached out slowly to touch the circle but he could not. It was behind some kind of layer.
The circle disappeared and the screen went black for a brief moment and then an image of two things appeared on the screen. The man gasped and leaned back in repulsion. There was a picture on the screen of two humanoid figures, but they were odd in their nature. They had an abundance of hair on top of their head, as well as strips of hair above their eyes. They both wore different colored pieces of cloth on their bodies. Their skin, however, was the strangest thing to him. They lacked any kind of scars, scabs, rashes, bruises, cuts, their skin was smooth and it had color to it. The humanoid on the left had brown skin the color of a tree but it was a different kind of brown and the one on the right had skin that was a mixture of colors, red, pink and orange, which made another color altogether.
The man slowly closed the black rectangle, and crawled off into the backyard. He headed over to the patch of carrots, ripped one out of the ground and ate it intensely. His bloodshot eyes stared into nothing as his mind was held in a state of perplexity. He could barely comprehend the black rectangle. Somehow, this black rectangle was able to create images out of nothing, and, on top of that, it could create a circle that moved. The man headed over to the metal bucket of water and drank, trying to process what he should do about this object. Originally he thought it wasn't a threat but now he was in doubt.
The man slowly put the bucket down and looked at the door to his house with dread. He grabbed a pebble from his backyard, and shambled over to the side of the door, and peaked in. The bizarre object was where he left it, but he didn't trust it. He threw the pebble at the black rectangle and it bounced off and the black rectangle did nothing. He stood at the doorway for a brief moment then scampered past the object and outside. The man patrolled the streets looking for an object to subdue the mysterious object. A few blocks away he found a rock the size of his head on the front lawn of some house. He ran back to his house, carefully walked by the black rectangle and went into a room, grabbed a rope and headed back to the large rock and tied the rope around the rock. He put the rope in his teeth began to drag the rock back on all fours. Before he made any real progress he saw something standing in the window from the house he obtained the rock from.
He slowly turned his head and saw a thin, pale man with damage to his skin much like his own, except this man standing in the window didn't have eyes or a jaw. From where one's eyes should be were two gaping black craters that seemingly had no end. The eyeless man's tongue sagged out of his jawless mouth with a constant stream of drool dripping off it. The man looked at him, and the eyeless man somehow stared back at him. The man turned away and continued to drag the rock back to his house. He looked back every now and then and saw the eyeless man gazing at him through that dirty window, silent and still like a corpse.
