I sat cross-legged on my bed, my back perched against the poster slathered wall. I was thumbing through volumes of classic comic books, and gnawing on three week old rice crackers, when my music died. I looked up from a particularly entertaining copy of "Milk and Cheese" and growled. This old CD player was starting to piss me off.
I hoisted the infernal machine from its station atop my desk and fiddled with the audio ports. This process usually fixed the problem but for some reason that night it didn't work. I tossed it onto the couch and plunged myself into the closet. I dug through a clutter of pens, pencils, comic backing boards, exacto knives and finally i emerged with a screwdriver and soldering iron.
I walked back over to the couch picked up the CD player and proceeded to remove the bottom plate. I know there was a warning on the bottom but I ignored it figuring it only applied to anyone stupid enough to leave the blasted thing plugged in. The bottom popped off with a loud crack and I immediately saw the problem. There was a loose connection on the RCA audio ports.
I weasled my fingers into the affected area but as soon as they touched the bare wires I heard a cracle of electricity and smelled the scent of burnt flesh. I crumpled to the ground, not dead but simply immobilized from the shock. I lay there for an hour or two before I felt the warm spot on the middle of my forehead and that incessent humming sound began to eminate from the CD player.
I mustered enough energy to move my eyes a few millimeters and in doing so I realized the CD player was still on and was burning a hole through my skull. I know technically CD laser shouldn't do that but this antique could burn a hole through solid titanium. I attempted to scream, an hour ago, but the effort was futile. My body was completely and utterly useless now. I think at this point I'll just go to sleep and wait for the laser to peirce my brain.