Your sister Sara is out of town this week at a big science convention and she has entrusted you to look after her house while she's gone. Sara has always been a big nerd when it comes to electronic gizmos and computer stuff. She’s the only one you know that could get excited over a whole week of droning lectures on astrophysics or whatever they talk about during those convention things. You figure it’s not a big deal so you pack a bunch of clothes into a backpack and head on over.
You open the door and see the living room is a bit of a mess, but that’s Sara for you. There are magazines across the coffee table, the couch is a mess, and DVDs scattered on the floor. You’re amazed that someone could live like this. You toss your backpack on to the coffee table and try not to step on leftover gadgets and pieces of Sara’s experiments.
In almost a flash Sara greets you wearing a nice summer dress while holding two bags of luggage. She gives you a rundown of things to do and its the usual stuff: collect the mail, water the plants out front, don’t open the small metal circuit breaker looking plate in the wall …ok, that last bit is oddly cryptic but before you can inquire about it she’s already out the door.
So, now you’re left to your own devices and quickly become bored. You flip on the tv but can’t find much to fill your interest which brings your eyes to the movie cases on the floor. You begin sifting through her DVDs for something to watch but come up with either documentaries or chick flicks. You really aren’t up for a video on the intricacies of systems engineering nor do you wish to watch “The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants.” The magazines on the table suffer from the same affliction, “Popular Science” and “Glamour Magazine”…you’d swear two different people live in this house.
As a last resort, you pop out your GameBoy and play for a bit, maybe 15 minutes in you see it’s almost out of power. You sigh remembering you forgot to charge it last time you used it Grabbing the charger, you look for an outlet. You come a crossed one easily enough and as you stand you notice the small metal plate. You debate with yourself if you should open it or not, eventually saying, “Why not?”
You grab the cold handle and open it revealing a large lever and, figuring you’ve come this far, you attempt to flip it down but about halfway down it gets stuck. After a few tugs, you decide to get it unstuck. You jump up and put all you’re weight on it on your way down and as you come down so does the lever, which then snaps in your hands.
“Oops…”
The lights dim as the sound of grinding metal fills the room. You really wish that lever didn’t snap off. Luckily it doesn’t take long before things seem to be working normally again. You sigh in relief that the house didn’t blow up but you are startled at the sound of a computerized voice.
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