Before this Mutiny started I took a solo trip to North Dakota to find a suitable location in which to establish our world blogging headquarters. The choice of North Dakota was obvious. There were many existing underground bunkers where we could make a home for ourselves, far away from the prying eyes of “others.” I found one facility in particular that immediately caught my attention and won my heart. I knew I had found our home. It was a fixer-upper though. In addition to being a mess, which took days of back-breaking labor to clean up, it featured some old electronic equipment left behind by the previous residents. Among the bookshelves I found a video cassette which I played out of naked curiosity. In hindsight this was a bad idea. The video said that something horrible would happen unless I pressed a red button (which was embedded into a table in the conference room) every three hours. This helped explain why the previous owner was in such a rush to leave and offered a great deal on the place. This button reminded me of an old Twilight Zone episode I had once seen titled, “Button, button”:
The 1980s revival of the Twilight Zone series featured an episode entitled “Button, button”, based on a short story by Richard Matheson. In the story, a gaunt, black-clad gentleman arrives uninvited at the cramped apartment of a financially destitute couple and presents them with a tempting though somewhat ominous offer. He gives them a simple wooden box with a clear plastic lid overtop a large red button – the type of nondescript contraption teens might build in a high school Woodshop class – and explains their options: 1) Don’t push the button. Nothing happens; the man will come back tomorrow to claim the box. 2) Push the button and get $200,000 – tax free – and someone will die. “Who?” the wife asks. “Someone you don’t know,” the man replies. He then leaves them to think about it. The husband decides it’s unconscionable, but the wife wants to go for it. After all, what is the death of someone they don’t know? People die all the time, don’t they? Maybe a bad person will be the one to die. “And maybe it’ll be someone’s newborn baby,” the husband counters. [Link]
By the time the rest of my fellow mutineers moved in to our bunker I had become obsessed with the red button. Anna makes fun of me. She wants to see what will happen if I don’t push the button. Ennis helps me out from time to time. If I fall asleep he pushes the button for me. Anna is probably right, and nothing will happen. Still, I am both a man of science and a man of faith. Why am I telling you all of this? Because today SM tipster Shashi Kara sent us another button to press and it has got me thinking.