The time, when it isn’t blinking “12:00” at you.

The power blinks, and a moment later you hear a crash of thunder. Whew, thank goodness the power didn’t go out for hours… wait just a moment. With trepidation, you catch movement out of the corner of your eye, and you realize it’s the alarm clock.

12:00
12:00
12:00

With a sigh, you set about correcting your alarm clock. This, at least, is usually a simple matter. Alarm clocks are simple constructions with relatively few buttons, so after 10 to 20 seconds’ worth of patience, you’ve reset it. You will be able to go to work on time tomorrow, and all is well once more.

The rest of the clocks in the house, however, are another matter.

Additional alarm clocks aren’t that big of a deal if you have any, just a little hassle as you move through the house resetting the most important timepieces. Still, you feel the waste of time as the seconds pass, waiting for the time to come up correctly once more. If you don’t concentrate, it’s easy to accidentally skip past the time and waste another few seconds yet. Your true challenge lies ahead still, biding its incorrect time.

As you move into the kitchen, your eyes betray you as they slide across the room to the green glow of the microwave digital readout. You don’t want to know, yet there it is: 12:02. The time has reset.

At this point, the sort of human being you are plays a large role in your decision-making. If you crave and demand perfection in your domain, then you set about resetting the microwave clock, toiling through less friendly buttons and more arcane layout than the alarm clock. If you are a lazier sort who does not demand perfection from all displays, then the time probably wasn’t correct before the power blip on your appliances. You can go back to what you were doing as you ignore the dozens of silently screaming clock readouts arguing with each other in their own personal hell.

For the most masochistic and perfectionistic of us, your task yet remains. In the living room/entertainment room, a dazzling array of buttons, slots, glows, and wires greet your unhappy eyes as you take in the dreaded entertainment center. Some of the most merciful devices may have battery backup to keep the time fresh, but not all. It’s time to tackle the VCR/DVD/Blue Ray/Betamax clock.

This is no mere alarm clock made for convenience, nor is it a slightly awkward feature of your kitchen appliance. No, this is far more sinister. You have delved into the occult now, the world of arbitrary menus, scrolling buttons, multifunctional buttons that don’t list their other indicated purposes. You are no kindly wizard in this world of forbidden magic; to know its subtleties you must study ill-translated grimoires that came from the mystical land of Asia, must perform unholy ceremonies involving pens and screwdrivers to reach tiny reset buttons, and consult dread scrolls demarking the physiology of the machine. You are a sorcerer here, a dread necromancer casting in your lot with the soulless powers of tertiary, afterthought features.

Using your forbidden knowledge, you still must consult the scrolls and grimoires constantly as you intone blasphemous curses, waiting until such time as the stars are right, R’lyeh rises above the waves, and the VCR time is correct. Perhaps great Cthulhu will have use of you in the time to come when his Betamax player needs resetting.

Your arcane task complete, you finally grab a drink and head back to your chair, satisfied that your dread works are at last done.

It is at that moment that a boom of thunder shakes your walls once more as the power blinks. With a cosmic loathing, you catch a movement out of the corner of your eye.

12:00
12:00
12:00
12:00
12:00

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