[ WP ] You have discovered an old typewriter in your attic , but it does more than simply print words onto paper ...

A phone rang in the dead of night. 
 
 `` Hello?'' 
 
 `` Hey Stephen, it's me, Max.'' Stephen let out a deep sigh. It was n't the first time Max awoke him in the middle of the night. 
 
 `` You've had that dream again, have n't you?'' 
 
 `` Yes...'' Max let himself flop onto the bed. `` It began as it always does. I'm sitting up on my bed, the window is open and the curtains are flailing in the cold wind. From the window, a bright white light shines into the room. Automatically, I find myself walking to the attic, like, like - as if I were hypnotized or something. I pace into the attic, and infront of me is my dad's old typewriter.'' 
 
 `` And then as you begin typing you wake up and ca n't fall back to sleep.'' 
 
 `` Yes, so far you know the story. *But* - this time, I did not wake up as I begin typing, like I usually do. I started typing and typing, automatically. I do n't even know what I was typing, or even in what language. Now that I think of it, I do n't think the keys were actual letters, they were these strange foreign symbols, like heiroglyphs. Anyway, I'm typing away, and as I type, I get this sudden feeling, that what I'm doing holds some colossal weight on the destiny of humanity itself, as if I were... orchestrating something horrible, from that very typewriter. Weird, I know. But I was n't doing it conciously. It's *almost* as if I were being... nevermind, it's too weird. Well, then I went back to my room, and the light was still shining. I stare into it, and it gets more and more intense, until it gets unbearably bright and I pass out. That's when I woke up.'' 
 
 `` Recurring dreams like these are never a good sign, Max. Especially considering...'' Stephen went on, but Max pulled the phone away from his ear as he concentrated on a noise coming from outside. A rumbling noise. White light seeped in through the window, and Stephen's distant voice called to him in the background. He peered through the shutters, and saw two very bright white lights in the garden. He was relieved to see two trucks, but felt weak in the knees as his eyes got adjusted to the darkness and he could make out,'F.B.I'. 
 
 Two men burst into Max's room, slamming the door open, guns in hands. 
 
 `` There he is, the communicator.'' one said to the other. 
 
 `` The what? What are you - what's going on?'' Max said. 
 
 `` Did you or did you not communicate with Them through the use of the device?'' 
 
 `` Them? Who's'them'? Well uh I - I guess I had a dream about... but how did you -'' 
 
 `` We located the device!'' a third man yelled while barging into the room, and promptly sprinting out and towards Max's attic. 
 
 `` There it is! The device!'' one of the men said pointing at Max's typewrited as they advanced through the attic. Without hesitation, they opened fire, and Max leaped behind a pile of boxes covering his ears, loud booms and wood-shards flying everywhere and bangs and suddenly there was silence. No one uttered a sound. 
 
 `` The device has been neutralized.'' They all turned to Max, who emerged from behind the boxes. 
 
 `` Look here son,'' the oldest man said, turning to Max. `` You're probably really confused and maybe in a state of shock right now but listen up. There's an alien race who has spies infiltrated amongst us. They control us during our sleep - we are all subject to being used as'communicators' and make'devices' out of ordinary and every-day objects. Normally I would n't give an ordinary civilian such intel, but the situation is far from ordinary. These are dire conditions. Do you understand me?''. Max hesitated a second, then nodded. 
 
 `` They study us, plotting the best way to destroy us, and send vital information back to their main fleet, which by now we have estimated is waiting for the final go-ahead to open fire and, well, we want to avoid it at all costs. We have to, do you understand me?'' 
 
 Max nodded. 
 
 `` Good, now - did you or did you not communicate with Them in the last 24 hours?'' said the man, all three men frozen, awaiting his crucial response. Max's shocked expression shifted into a fiendish smirk. He nodded. 
 
 `` You're too late.''
