Charlie, Me and a Giant Ball Bearing

Written from a prompt (the prompt was the first line "How do you think it works"). Hope you enjoy it, as there will be at least one more installment in this story!

"How do you think it works?" I asked.

"Shit, I don't know," that was Charlie, always the eloquent one. What we had in front of us was supposed to solve all of our problems, it was supposed to bring us the money we needed and the transportation to get to it. It was supposed to change our lives.

What we had in front of us was a suitcase with a small metal ball in it.

That was it. We paid for this! Like we had money to pay for anything, and somehow we got together 5 grand to give to this guy who promised us that this thing would do something amazing and bring us all the fame and fortune we could ever desire. It looked like a giant ball bearing to me.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed, kicking at the dirt. There was no shortage of dirt to kick, by the way, so don't worry, see we had used the last of our cash to fill the car up and drive out to the middle of the god forsaken desert before opening this thing and seeing what it would do. Apparently the way to reach your financial goals with this thing was to sell it to two desperate kids working at a tv station part-time tryingto make a movie.

"FUCK!" I screamed again, "fuck fuck fuck!" I had been spending too much time with Charlie.

I picked up the giant ball bearing and hurled it as far as I could, I was aiming for the foothills off in the horizon, spitting out obscenities as I did it. I turned and walked back to the car.

"HOLY SHIT, Duke! Look!" I turned toward Charlie's voice, then followed his pointed finger to the sky. The ball bearing had expanded, no, it had unfolded, it looked like a flying saucer, it was dancing and spinning and putting on a show like I had never seen. Suddenly, if dropped from the air, plummeting straight down to the Earth, Charlie and I ran as fast as we could to try and break its fall, at the last moment, we both slid in like baseball players and about broke our necks on each other's heads, and right as it should have fallen into our hands, it stopped, hovered, and a panel of it slid aside, revealing a door.

To be Con't...