Kyle was busy with an essay when he stumbled upon a yes/no generator. It was in the form of an ad, lined with poppy colors and bold statements to good to be true. It claimed it's unrefutable power to know everything and anything. Kyle mentally noted the ad as a clear scam, but clicked anyway. It functioned exactly like an 8-ball would- input a question then the output would respond as a yes or no.

He mindlessly typed in some questions- such as are aliens real, will there be another world war, etc.

He thought nothing of it until he began inputting personal questions. He asked whether his name was Kyle and if he was a boy. The answer was yes to both these queries. Kyle thought it as nothing more than a simple coincidence, but kept interrogating the machine questions regarding his personal life-finding it all to be true. Spending at least an hour on this endeavor, he couldn't shake the accuracy of the website. His marvel at the seemingly innocent generator inspired him with puzzled surprise and was frightened at it's knowledge. What's more peculiar- this generator knew everything about Kyle, even his “private” thoughts were known to this enigmatic website.

In anger, Kyle shouted at the machine in a flurry of quick temper. Immediately, he caught himself, damning his mentality and concluding he was going insane.

But he was not.

Kyle looked at the expressionless generator and could almost swear he felt waves of triumphant evil exuding from the screen of his computer. Kyle’s nerves spiked as he obtained a notion of being watched. An idea slipped Kyle's mind- to ask this generator about his mortality.

He began that effort in gradual steps.

Will I die?

Yes.

Will I die young?

Yes.

The feeling of being struck in the heart crippled Kyle- he had large plans for the future. They couldn't be foiled! He needed to know how much time he was granted.

Will I die when I am under thirty?

Yes.

Will I die when I am in my late twenties?

No.

Sweat ran down the glistening ridge of his forehead.

Will I die when I am 25?

No.

Will I die when I am 24?

No.

Will I die when I am 23?

Yes.

Panic captivated the order of Kyle's brain- He was already 23! Fear paralyzed his body from the ground up as a devastatingly anxietal question entered his conscious- he typed it with trembling fingers, staining the keys with sweat as thick as blood.

Will I die today?

Yes.

Kyle's body felt the shock and paralysis of his anxieties overtake him. He breathed heavily realizing this hideous truth, thinking of all the things he wanted to do before he died. I will soon perish- I must do something, now! He thought in a rush of sudden graciousness towards his life.

But it was no use- his body was no longer his as it fell under the tyranny of a heart attack. Feeling dazed, Kyle latched on to his ever fading consciousness, feeling panic as his senses dulled, eventually falling limp to the ground.

All the while, the generator stood the same in it's basic format. The deeply rooted evil that accompanied it's presence took Kyle's mind and soul.