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From distributor to retail dealer, this particular

flatscreen unit---a part of the most superior and

efficient model now being manufactured---has been

deemed undesirable, and now occupies part of a

wall in a fairly shabby pawnshop.  Although equipped

with the latest technology---cutting edge, really---

it is umable to receive or transmit either video or audio,

digital or analog, prerecorded or live.  Instead, its screen

reveals a man---an ordinary and hitherto unidentified male

human being---who is apparently trapped within it.  His

antics, all directed toward eventual escape, are momentarily

amusing; but soon pale in interest, as the limited space that

contains him necessarily limits the variations of his

activity in there.  The expression of horror on his face---the

visage of absolute terror that never seems to change or to

relax---is too disturing to look at very long.  The means of

extraction and the means of his original confinement in there

are most likely so complex that no amount of study or

analysis can supply an adequate knowledge of them.  Thus,

few observers maintain any kind of interest, beyond the

initial shock.  Is it this admitted apathy that terrifies him, so that

he is well aware that he is trapped forever, or for what will

seem to him equivalent to forever?  Or does he share whatever

plane of existence he occupies with hideous, frightening, and

enraged inter- or anti-dimensional aliens who, like him, are as

inexplicably and inescapably confined and contained therein?

And have these revealed to him the ghastly and, in our language,

indescribably dreadful entropic chaos that lurks upon and around the

edges of our universe, refused entry by only the thinnest membrane, and

squirming or clamoring against it like parasites eager to

drain and devour some unwitting victim?

Starward