Rod Serling was a simple, mild-mannered television personality with a very special gift. He didn't know it yet, but soon events would unfold that would change the course of his life forever.
A small town on a misty night
Serling grew up in a small, quaint town, the kind that promises a good man every good thing. He spent his hours poring over his collection of books. Books which on the surface seem normal, inconsequential. But on this misty night somewhere on the eastern seaboard, he would find himself deeply mired in a story from which he could not escape, no matter how he tried. A simple pair of glasses, forgotten on a nightstand. For most men, a problem easily solved. But for Serling, it is the beginning of a nightmare that might never end.
A career in television
"Rodman? Rodman, are you still in there writing those stories of yours?"
A single lamp illuminates a typed page as Rod Serling types carefully on a 50s-era typewriter. "Yes, Mrs. Goldman."
"Rodman, I have to go. I made soup. You should eat."
"Yes, thank you, Mrs. Goldman."
"I'll see you in the morning then. I hope you're not still there when I come back!"
"I'll be fine, Mrs. Goldman, thank you."
He types the last sentence of his screenplay and pulls it out of the typewriter. He puts on his reading glasses and looks at it carefully. Suddenly, the typewriter begins to type by itself. The room tilts at a 45 degree angle and Serling backs away. The typewriter continues to type. After a while it stops. Carefully, Serling inserts a new paper into the machine. The typewriter begins to self-type. Serling adjusts his glasses and looks at the words. His eyes widen as he reads:
He rips the paper from the machine and sets about making plans for producing his important groundbreaking television series, The Twilight Zone: The uncertain future of an average passerby, on his way to the grocery store. A store that is uncannily situated near a clock factory which in turn manufactures a very special timepiece. A timepiece which, if turned upside down and backwards turns into a camera. A camera that takes the most peculiar photographs. Photographs which, if inspected closely, reveal a secret. A secret that hides a hatred. A hatred that blankets a town in darkness. A darkness that can only be broken by a magic, a legerdemain, a phantasm of the mind that is always just out of our reach....
Rise and fall
The typewriter continues to provide Serling with such sage advice, and he gains critical notoriety as well as popular success. Everything begins to look up for Serling. Soon, he becomes the greatest writer in human history. Whoever, or whatever, is behind the power in his typewriter has seen fit to bless him with a gift that transcends even its own divinity. Rod Serling is now Rod the God.
But then, one night, Serling gets up to put more paper into the machine, but he leaves his glasses on the nightstand. He stumbles forward and knocks the typewriter off of the desk. It falls to the floor and breaks. He begins to panic. Sweat beads on his brow as he tries in vain to put back together its several pieces. "No! No, tell me more! I must know what to do next! Don't do this now, I need more advice!"
Without the typewriter's advice, Serling begins to falter, making poor career choices, selling the rights to The Twilight Zone, and relinquishing creative control over his television scripts. He becomes involved in a second-rate show, Night Gallery, and his credibility wanes. Within a few short years, several heart attacks and cigarettes by the truckload land Serling on his deathbed.
A diagonal strip of light crosses the bed as Serling turns to his trusty housekeeper, who alone keeps vigil over his dying moments. "Mrs. Goldman. Hannah. There's a box under my bed. Get it out for me."
Mrs. Goldman retrieves the old box and dusts it off.
Carefully, she opens it. Inside sits the silent, broken typewriter. "What is it, Rodman?"
"This typewriter betrayed me, Hannah. I owed all I ever became to this thing, until one night, an innocent mistake... Oh, Hannah!" He weeps bitterly.
"I'm afraid I don't understand, Rodman."
"After I go, will you take this thing out and destroy it?"
Serling dies that night. Mrs. Goldman, doing as she had been instructed, takes the typewriter to the Serling garage and retrieves a hammer. Suddenly the typewriter puts itself back together and begins to type by itself. Horrified, Mrs. Goldman finds a piece of paper and inserts it into the typewriter. She backs away slowly as the typewriter types:
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"There is a pervasive fear in the hearts of men that machines will one day take control of our lives. But somewhere on the eastern seaboard, a simple typing machine that had taken control of a man's very career fell victim to a chance accident, leaving the man stranded, unable to cope with the loss of its control over him. A cruel irony, or simply the way things work out, in...