The Calculator
I am tired. My math teacher is brabbling about triangles. I dont care. I've been listening to teachers all day. I'm about to fall asleep when my eye catches a poster. Its got a calculator on it.
There's nothing weird about it. Just a poster whcih describes all the functions my calculator does. Its boring, yet, I find it fascinating.
I look at the display, It's got two rows, one with 1+1, the other with 2. Why do I keep looking at it?
'The most powerfull tool with triangle's is Pythagoras' my teacher rambles on.
The poster is large, its 1.5 meter by 1 meter. The calculator got a lot of buttons. The usual numbers with the + - * and / sign, the =. Above it got buttons which got more powerful mathemathics functions. ^ % pi, above those, even more powerful. So it continues three rows of buttons. Then there's the screen again.
'Fascinating huh?' It says. I look at it. Why does it say fascinating huh. How can a screen on a calculator on a poster say fascinating? Am I dreaming?
Is this just like this morning, when my mom shot me? Could it be? I look away from the poster and look at it again. It's still there. I pinch myself in my arm. I try to wake up with all my mind. It doesnt work.
'You're not dreaming' the screen says. Im clear awake. This isnt normal. A screen on a calculator on a poster on the wall of the math classroom is actually talking to me.
'A^2 + B^2 = C^2, remember it well' my teacher walks in front of the poster. He doesnt see the poster. He doesnt notice it. He's in his own world now, full of triangle's square's, plusses, zero's ten's 5's and calculators.
I look at the calculator again. 'Great isn't it' It says. I wonder what's so great. It immideatly replies. 'This way of talking to each other' Who is behind this trick? Is it aliens? Is the Harry Potter world the truth?
The world slows down. What the hell is all this crap? I'm not dreaming am I? Am I? AM I DREAMING? I cant be. Everything is normal. There's nothing weird in the class. I have pain. I'm definately not dreaming. There is something weird though. That poster is weird. 'You're still not dreaming it says.'
The bell rings, I put my books in my bag. This was the last class. I'm going home. My mind is filled with questions. What is up with that poster?
I'm home, I watch TV but I am not at the same time. What is up with that poster, am I getting crazy? It isnt a dream, it cant be a dream. A dream that lasts a couple of hours? A dream in which everything seems normal, except a poster? It cant be.
I get behind the computer. Can a poster switch? Is it some kind of magic trick? Is the teacher playing a very foolish game with me?
I read a book. How did the poster read my mind? Do other people notice it too? Am I a selected person? Is it real? Is it the Matrix?
I go to bed. My dreams are filled with calculators. Talking ones. First its a normal one. Then its a talking one. Im on the street. I run from the calculators. There are too many. Finnaly, I wake up.
I eat breakfast. How can a calculator trick my mind this bad? Why can't I stop thinking about a stupid poster. It can't be real. It was your imagination. It is in your head.
I go to math class. I watch the poster. It says 1+1 = 2 again. I watch it the whole lesson. It was my imagination. It must've been. How can my mind imagine such weird things? I might have to get more sleep. That's it. It was my last lesson of the day and I was sleepy. I imagined the whole thing.
Weeks went by. The poster was a poster again. I tried to forget it. But ofcourse, I could not. Most of the time I did not think about it. I still did. It was so incredibly weird. How can I imagined such a weird thing? How can I imagine such a weird thing. My dreams, my dreams were still filled with calculators. I dreamed of nothing else but calculators. And on a normal day. It happened again. But it was different.
It was a normal day, it was the end of the day again, and was sleepy once more. The teacher was brabbling about squares this time. But it didnt make his lesson more interesting. I checked the poster again, expecting another 1+1. But it wasnt there. The screen was empty. No 1+1, no 2, no nothing. The creen of the calculator was empty. I was clear awake. The teacher rambled on. The screen was empty.
I watched it all lesson, and at the end of the lesson, something flashed on the screen. I was shocked. It only showed for one second. But I could clearly read it. It said, 'come back, tonight at midnight.' It was empty once again. But the message was printed into my eyes. Come back tonight at midnight. It shocked me to the bone.
I was in bed. It was 11 o'clock. My eyes were wide open. Come back tonight at midnight. What was going to happen tonight at midnight? Why at midnight? Why not after all the classes were done? I was terrified. I had to go. I needed to know what was going to happen tonight at midnight. However, I had to bring something with me. A camera! I should have one somewhere. I got out of bed silently, searching for my camera. There it was, on my desk. The batteries were okay. All old photo's were erased. I was ready.
I arrived at school. I checked my watch, it said 23:57. I decided I wont try to break into the school. Instead I would look from the window inside. I hoped the curtains weren't shut.
23:58 I was in luck, the curtains were open. The Poster was clearly visible through the window. What would happen in two minutes? Would it talk again?
23:59 I took a picture with nothing on the screen of the calculator. I watched my watch as it counted up to 60, 40 ... 50 ... 55 ... 57 ... 58 ... 59 ...
00:00 My watch was beeping, my heart was pumping, my eyes were aimed at the screen.
Nothing happened. I dont think my heart ever pumped this hard before.
00:01 What was I doing here? I am staring into my math classroom at midnight at some poster that I believe it talks to me.
00:02 'Sorry Im late.' The screen displayed. I quickly took a picture, it wasnt clear. My hands were trembling too much. I closed my eyes for a second. Took a deep breath. Took another picture. I put the camera in my pocket. Pushed my head against the window, and replied. 'It's okay.'
'Want to know why you are here?'
'Yes.'
'You want to know why this screen is talking to you?'
'Yes.'
'This screen is talking to you because...'
'Because what?'
'Because you are...'
'Im what?'
It looked like the screen took a deep breath, then it screamed. My ears bleaded. My mind knew it was the truth. It screamed one word.
'Crazy'
There's nothing weird about it. Just a poster whcih describes all the functions my calculator does. Its boring, yet, I find it fascinating.
I look at the display, It's got two rows, one with 1+1, the other with 2. Why do I keep looking at it?
'The most powerfull tool with triangle's is Pythagoras' my teacher rambles on.
The poster is large, its 1.5 meter by 1 meter. The calculator got a lot of buttons. The usual numbers with the + - * and / sign, the =. Above it got buttons which got more powerful mathemathics functions. ^ % pi, above those, even more powerful. So it continues three rows of buttons. Then there's the screen again.
'Fascinating huh?' It says. I look at it. Why does it say fascinating huh. How can a screen on a calculator on a poster say fascinating? Am I dreaming?
Is this just like this morning, when my mom shot me? Could it be? I look away from the poster and look at it again. It's still there. I pinch myself in my arm. I try to wake up with all my mind. It doesnt work.
'You're not dreaming' the screen says. Im clear awake. This isnt normal. A screen on a calculator on a poster on the wall of the math classroom is actually talking to me.
'A^2 + B^2 = C^2, remember it well' my teacher walks in front of the poster. He doesnt see the poster. He doesnt notice it. He's in his own world now, full of triangle's square's, plusses, zero's ten's 5's and calculators.
I look at the calculator again. 'Great isn't it' It says. I wonder what's so great. It immideatly replies. 'This way of talking to each other' Who is behind this trick? Is it aliens? Is the Harry Potter world the truth?
The world slows down. What the hell is all this crap? I'm not dreaming am I? Am I? AM I DREAMING? I cant be. Everything is normal. There's nothing weird in the class. I have pain. I'm definately not dreaming. There is something weird though. That poster is weird. 'You're still not dreaming it says.'
The bell rings, I put my books in my bag. This was the last class. I'm going home. My mind is filled with questions. What is up with that poster?
I'm home, I watch TV but I am not at the same time. What is up with that poster, am I getting crazy? It isnt a dream, it cant be a dream. A dream that lasts a couple of hours? A dream in which everything seems normal, except a poster? It cant be.
I get behind the computer. Can a poster switch? Is it some kind of magic trick? Is the teacher playing a very foolish game with me?
I read a book. How did the poster read my mind? Do other people notice it too? Am I a selected person? Is it real? Is it the Matrix?
I go to bed. My dreams are filled with calculators. Talking ones. First its a normal one. Then its a talking one. Im on the street. I run from the calculators. There are too many. Finnaly, I wake up.
I eat breakfast. How can a calculator trick my mind this bad? Why can't I stop thinking about a stupid poster. It can't be real. It was your imagination. It is in your head.
I go to math class. I watch the poster. It says 1+1 = 2 again. I watch it the whole lesson. It was my imagination. It must've been. How can my mind imagine such weird things? I might have to get more sleep. That's it. It was my last lesson of the day and I was sleepy. I imagined the whole thing.
Weeks went by. The poster was a poster again. I tried to forget it. But ofcourse, I could not. Most of the time I did not think about it. I still did. It was so incredibly weird. How can I imagined such a weird thing? How can I imagine such a weird thing. My dreams, my dreams were still filled with calculators. I dreamed of nothing else but calculators. And on a normal day. It happened again. But it was different.
It was a normal day, it was the end of the day again, and was sleepy once more. The teacher was brabbling about squares this time. But it didnt make his lesson more interesting. I checked the poster again, expecting another 1+1. But it wasnt there. The screen was empty. No 1+1, no 2, no nothing. The creen of the calculator was empty. I was clear awake. The teacher rambled on. The screen was empty.
I watched it all lesson, and at the end of the lesson, something flashed on the screen. I was shocked. It only showed for one second. But I could clearly read it. It said, 'come back, tonight at midnight.' It was empty once again. But the message was printed into my eyes. Come back tonight at midnight. It shocked me to the bone.
I was in bed. It was 11 o'clock. My eyes were wide open. Come back tonight at midnight. What was going to happen tonight at midnight? Why at midnight? Why not after all the classes were done? I was terrified. I had to go. I needed to know what was going to happen tonight at midnight. However, I had to bring something with me. A camera! I should have one somewhere. I got out of bed silently, searching for my camera. There it was, on my desk. The batteries were okay. All old photo's were erased. I was ready.
I arrived at school. I checked my watch, it said 23:57. I decided I wont try to break into the school. Instead I would look from the window inside. I hoped the curtains weren't shut.
23:58 I was in luck, the curtains were open. The Poster was clearly visible through the window. What would happen in two minutes? Would it talk again?
23:59 I took a picture with nothing on the screen of the calculator. I watched my watch as it counted up to 60, 40 ... 50 ... 55 ... 57 ... 58 ... 59 ...
00:00 My watch was beeping, my heart was pumping, my eyes were aimed at the screen.
Nothing happened. I dont think my heart ever pumped this hard before.
00:01 What was I doing here? I am staring into my math classroom at midnight at some poster that I believe it talks to me.
00:02 'Sorry Im late.' The screen displayed. I quickly took a picture, it wasnt clear. My hands were trembling too much. I closed my eyes for a second. Took a deep breath. Took another picture. I put the camera in my pocket. Pushed my head against the window, and replied. 'It's okay.'
'Want to know why you are here?'
'Yes.'
'You want to know why this screen is talking to you?'
'Yes.'
'This screen is talking to you because...'
'Because what?'
'Because you are...'
'Im what?'
It looked like the screen took a deep breath, then it screamed. My ears bleaded. My mind knew it was the truth. It screamed one word.
'Crazy'
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