Malcolm Winters stepped into the mysterious little library. The manager, an old lady named Elizabeth was out today, but she'd left a small stack of books that he needed for his philosophy term paper. Malcolm was twenty-two, of average weight and height with blue eyes and short black hair. Picking up the stack of books, he left the library and walked back to his dorm room. He'd had a roommate at the beginning of the year, but the young nerd had dropped out after a month. So, until the next semester, he had a room all to himself.
Malcolm wasn't terribly popular with the opposite sex. It wasn't that he was creepy or pervy, or that he looked like someone that girls tended to avoid. He just was too busy with his degree to pursue them and came off as uninterested to any girls who thought about approaching him. That didn't mean he wasn't interested in girls, he did masturbate to porn from time to time, he was just too busy to actively persue them. Maybe next semester, he always said.
Back in his room, he started thumbing through the books he'd got. They were old volumes of classical philosophers and antiquated commentaries. His term paper was about the history of philosophy and how it had changed and stayed the same over the centuries. He thumbed through each book, getting some ideas of how he wanted to formulate his paper as he did. Finally though, at the bottom of the stack, was a truly ancient tome. There was no spine label or title on the cover. Curious, Malcolm carefully cracked it open.
Though he'd opened it the middle, it seemed like he was looking at a title page. It was blank, except for one small sentence in the middle of the page: "think about what you want to know and then turn the page". No captials, no puncuation, no title or author or copyright information. Just the instruction to think about something and turn the page. So, Malcolm did. He thought about his term paper and turned the page. It was outstanding. All the information right there. No cross referencing, no circuitous internet searches. All right there, with the proper references. He pulled up his laptop and started typing, flipping back and forth through the book beside him as he went. Three hours later, he was done. He saved his work in triplicate and set everything aside to get some supper.
It was a Friday night, and the term paper he'd expected to take all weekend was done. Flopping back onto his bed, he grabbed the mysterious book and opened it again. "think about what you want to know and then turn the page", it said. "Okay," Malcolm said, to no one but himself, "Let's see what you can do."
Malcolm was feeling a little horny and let his penis think for him. He turned the page and was presented with a heavily detailed page about female reproductive anatomy. He skimmed through the text and images, getting harder with every second that passed. There was more here than he ever thought he wanted to know. He saw what looked like a crumb on the page and carefully brushed it away. He was shocked that in wiping away the crumb, he wiped away a word too. And with the word, the whole page seemed to rewrite itself. Quickly grabbing a pencil, he replaced the word he'd erased and everything went back to the way it should be. However, now that he knew what this book could potentially do, he couldn't wait to make some changes. What would he change first?