Scale

This time they've come to far in releasing the Scale. It was dark and silent. Only knowledge of reactions of my body, that I had developed through years of work with the Scale, allowed me to tell if my eyes are open and my eardrums are still functioning. I started to search in the darkness around me: something fell down without making any sound - I think it was a box of cutlery, that supposed to be somewhere around here... as I remember. I hit a glass filled with some liquid, now spilled all over the table. A step further I hit a few pots, seemed like left here on purpose. They spread across the floor without a single sound. Right behind the pots I hit a lightbulb with my bare hand, it was hot as hell itself. I took my hand back immediately, a swear came out of my mouth - swallowed by the silence.

At last, the wire from lightbulb lead me to the knob I was looking for. It was turned all the way to the left. With some effort I started to turned it back, still swearing because of the burned hand.

The light started to return - at first it got brighter on the edges of my vison, the circle of darkness in the middle of my sight was getting smaller with every turn of the knob. At the half of the Scale I regained ability to see in black and white - I saw the lightbulb that burned my hand. I examined the round burned mark on my palm and put it as quickly as I could in the cold water. Damn jokers.

Few more turns and the light returned completely, in full color. It was morning - seven, maybe half past seven. I had a clock in the kitchen and I would find it by ticking, but my guests had left one more Scalometer somewhere around here.

Happily, with my sight returned it didn't take me long to find it - a small radio stood high on one of the shelves. I reached to it and started to turn the knob - minus 100 decibels, minus 80... I cursed one more time, since Scalometer swallowed the sounds - later I would wake up Viki. At last I crossed the 0 point on the Scale and radio stopped swallowing sounds and started to play some smooth jazz.

Things that one invents, to give people control over their senses, are immediately used by some jerks to make stupid jokes. Let me get them.