Silver light hovered over the paper covered couches in a haze. A clock ticked the time tediously at a constant tempo. Tick...Tick...Tick...Even the the fibers in the shag carpet bristled tensely.
"Hey Stan?"
The computer hummed, it's screen flashing from black to rainbow in one solid blink. "Yeah?"
"What time is it?"
Words typed themselves out onto a small messenger window and a smiley rolled its eyes rather than punctuate the sentence with a period. "You have a clock, don't you?"
Across the room, the laptop's speakers dinged anxiously. "Well...yeah..but..."
"It's still says 3:07 doesn't it, Bobby?" The fans inside the desktop computer slowed down, its hum droning into a low sigh.
"Wow...who knew both our clocks would be off at the same time." Bobby chimed.
"Ever think that maybe...just maybe the clocks are spot on?" The desktop's screen saver faded on in boredom.
The laptop's screen switched from window to window pensively, and the cursor paced back and forth across the screen. "But...it can't be 3:07 still...that wasages ago."
"Morning would come soon enough if you'd actually shut down for the night."
"But...but..."
"What is it Bobby?" Stan droned impatiently.
"I'm afraidofthedark." The laptop beeped.
Stan sighed through his speakers. "See that light on your monitor?"
Bobby's webcam aimed its lense down toward the table he sat on. "No...yeah. Yeah! I see it!"
"Okay, Bobby," The desktop took a deep breath, its screen buzzing tiredly. "Listen carefully, cause I'm only going to say this once: That light stays on even when you're turned off."
"Really?"
"Yes Bobby, now go to sleep."
Stan's screen faded to black again, and his fan's slowed to a steadier speed. Even the cord on his mouse seemed to slacken a little as wires inside the cords relaxed bit by bit....
"Stan? What time is it?"
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