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  “I assume that you, the reader, are somewhat perplexed as to the final outcome of Mr. Dorian’s story. This is understandable, especially since the black box did, after all, foretell of a plane crash. Mr. Dorian could plainly see his own lifeless corpse lying on a tarmac, amidst a scattering of debris. This is true, but how was it that the plane he was on made it back safely? How was this possible? Please, allow me to explain what happened. You see, the plane that Mr. Dorian was on absolutely did not crash as he expected, but a crash did eventually occur. Two days after he took his life, his body was being transported back to his home town for burial via a UPS transport plane. That plane crashed during landing which split it in half, ejecting Mr. Dorian’s corpse from his coffin and tossing him onto the tarmac like a rag doll. Had he studied the scene more closely displayed to him by the black box he would have recognized the UPS logo on the side of the burning plane. I know you’re probably thinking that the whole thing was a setup, that Mr. Dorian was deceived. I’ll only keep quiet on that subject. But we must certainly acknowledge the fact that the black box showed him that which was undeniably true. It is up to each of us to put aside the terror of the moment that clouds our thinking and rationally evaluate what is before our very eyes. Don’t you think?”

  “I’m sure you’re probably wondering how I know all this. Well, you see, I myself dwell inside the black box, and have done so for time immemorial. Mr. Dorian is only one of countless others who have performed the sacred ritual in hopes of getting a glimpse of their future. Unbeknownst to them, chanting those ancient words allowed me to take possession of their soul. They are now at my side and will do my bidding inside the box for all eternity.”

  “The question is…”Would you yourself like to know?” My guess is that you would. So what are you waiting for? Go grab a candle and a razor. I’ll make sure that the black box arrives at your doorstep within a twinkle of an eye. And don’t worry, there’s always plenty of room in the black box for one more curious soul…such as yourself.”

  SOMEBODY PLEASE CUE THE ORGAN MUSIC…….