Dr. NoSleep

His eyes finally leave me and go to the toy.

A spell master is orange and red, just like the more popular speak and spell.

It has a large handle at the top, a monochrome LCD screen below that, and a full keypad below that.

There are close to a dozen word-based games you can play on it, or it can be used as a spell checker or even a calculator.

It's a pretty cool thing when you're a kid, especially the electronic voice synthesizer.

When you're young enough, you can almost believe it's talking right to you, and you alone.

But as an adult, the voice can be grating and a little annoying.

We used to have a demo model out on the floor, but I turned it off after a week.

The guy goes to tap the spell master, but holds his finger an inch above the toy.

That, that thing is evil.

You sold it to me.

Tell me how to get my son back.

Back?

I thought he was dead.

I hold up my hands in apology.

Not to sound rude or anything,

He is dead, or might as well be.

What speaks out of him now isn't my boy.

His finger finally drops, and he pushes hard against the spellmaster.

It's this.