After due consideration, I have revised the first page to be slightly better:
The small black box, seemingly unfazed at the confusion it has caused, sits in the room almost innocently. Look at me, it seems to say, don’t I look fun? Don’t you want to play with me? Its monitor remains blank, not having changed since the initial unpackaging. The answer, of course, is no. The owner of the room it sits in is quite befuddled as to who sent it and why it got sent to them. Surely there was a mistake of some kind; Maybe it was meant to go to the government, or a rich investor, and ended up with them by mistake. But no, they confirmed; it was for them. Why anyone would send him a gift remained a mystery to them, but they didn’t want to prob further. The decision remained as to what to do with it, though, and they couldn’t just leave it there, could they? But the note made it clear that they were meant to do something with it.
They decided to make up their mind then and there about the little strange box. It clearly wasn’t meant to be taken lightly, what with the color black being such an ominous choice and all, and so they didn’t touch it. They resisted the primal urge to poke a new object with a little stick and see what it does. No sirrie, this monkey was smarter than that! They wouldn’t fall for such a base trick, telling someone to do something when they really shouldn’t!
They poked the box.
Wait, what do you mean they messed with it?
