The day after Melanie brought her new Mac home, strange things started to happen. At first, it was everything as advertised. It was easy to use and quick, all in a slick, fun package.
Then she found a button hidden in the back of the monitor. If she slid her hand over it very quickly, she would never have noticed it. But if she probed, applied more pressure with her fingertips, a button was depressed.
She clicked it, and when she let go, the button reformed with the smooth, glossy finish. A shiny white disc popped out from the side of the disc tray and clattered onto the desk.
She looked at it closely. There was nothing special to it. A perfect circle, smooth like glass. No discernible use. Maybe a coaster. This certainly wasn't in the brochures.
She clicked it again. Out popped another one like toast. She clicked a few more times, and each time another disc popped out. She shrugged, put them in a stack and left it at that. Strange, she thought. She'd have to ask her friend Mark tomorrow. He knew about computers.
The next day, the little white coasters were gone.
The day after that, and this is hard to explain, but the other electronics in the house started acting... strange. It was as someone dusted all of them overnight. They all sparkled, they were so shiny. And their edges were all buffed down to a corner.
All of a sudden, the VCR was easier to use. She turned the television on, and the only channel that worked was a style channel, where each show maligned and scoffed at its everyday normal guests for their utter inadequacy at arranging furniture or dressing themselves.
She tried calling Mark, but her phone mysteriously disappeared. She went to sleep.
The next day, she woke up and everything in her room had turned white.
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