Andrew Thompson was asleep in front of the computer, surrounded by the objects of his profession. Boxes of rock samples, wrapped in tissue paper and storage containers with tablets covered in ancient scripts lay in varying states of organization and chaos.
He worked in both Archeology and Geology. But he loved Geology. He liked thinking about the stones experiences. It might have witnessed a medieval witch hunt. It might have been used by cavemen to smash nuts. It might even have been stomped on by dinosaurs. Entire civilizations rose and fell while this rock sat in the dirt. Sometimes, he would even go on an archeological dig. He would sit there with a fossil in his hand and marvel at the fact that he was the only human in the history of the universe to ever touch that particular fossil. However, the only time he got to use geology professionally was when he was dating rocks. And he pretty much had to learn hieroglyphics, since he dealt mostly with ancient tablets.
He had spent all night translating a particularly interesting Egyptian tablet. It seemed to be a warning. Mostly because it said Beware the eye fan every few sentences, although Andrew had absolutely no idea what that meant. He had gotten about nine-tenths through translating it when he simply fell asleep.
Andrew was also mildly interested in computers. But he loved geology more, thus, he had the screenname Geo.
He had been at his computer looking up Eye fan while listening to the Rolling Stones and had found nothing of use. Suddenly, the search page disappeared. So did the desktop. And the toolbar. All that was left was a green blinking cursor. Suddenly, words started appearing on the screen.
Wake up, Geo., it said. Geo, however, didnt stir. I said WAKE UP GEO! said the screen. Okay. Thats fine, you wanna play that way? Well play that way. The music, previously at 15% volume, was cranked up to 80%.
After Geo had pried himself off the ceiling with a spatula he had duct taped up there for just this kind of occasion, he looked at the screen in confusion. What the
he said as he repeatedly pressed Ctrl-Alt-Del. Hmmm. he said. Must be a software glitch. He reached over to turn off the computer when the screen flashed Dont turn me off! Geo paused, wondering how the computer knew of his intention. Theres something I must tell you! FOLLOW THE WHITE RA- and the screen went black.
Geo dropped the power cord and said Ill call tech support in the morning. What time is it, anyway? He looked at his watch. Oh, no! It is morning! He hurriedly brushed his teeth, got dressed and grabbed a Pop-Tart while running out the door.
When he arrived at work, he ducked into his cubicle and prayed no one saw him to give him even more translations to do.
Unfortunately, the delivery man did see him. He walked over with a package and said I got a package here for Mister
Geo sighed and said Yeah, thats me. He signed for the package and took it. The package contained a cell phone. It rang. He flipped it open and hesitantly said Hello?
On the other end of the line, a deep voice spoke. It reverberated slightly, as if it were underwater. Hello, Geo. You know who this is.
Geo lowered his voice. Lawrence Burntfish?
Yes. Ive been looking for you, Geo.
Well, stop said Geo.
I dont know if
What? said Lawrence.
I said, stop looking for me! What, are you trying to steal my identity or something?
Trinity, is this supposed to happen?... What do you mean, you dont know?... Listen Geo! None of this is real! Free your mind! Youre in the Ma-. Geo tossed the cell phone into Thomas Andersons cubicle next to him.