Finding Self

[Boss]

Chucks screen blinked twice and then began spelling out words. It moved agonizingly slowly, and he waited impatiently for nearly an hour before he got the whole message: Hey, Tim, quick question. Do we have any sort of audio interference running around in here? Im getting a little squeal. Chuck just stared at it, then began laughing uncontrollably. Of COURSE! He should have known; everything he did was sped up many times, and those outside thought it was going absurdly fast, too fast to even catch. He moved back to the terminal and activated the instant messenger protocol to Sandys machine outside.

Sandy glanced over at Tim before back at her own screen. A small IM box had opened with a message from Chuck: Sandy, this is Chuck. Apparently any sound I make in here registers out there as insanely fast, and anything out there takes eons in here. By the time you have read this, it will have been almost two hours for me. Please please PLEASE get the clock rate changed closer to normal! Sandy stared at it in shock as the import of that message hit her.