black box

my dad worked for the flight department in cingular wireless (formerly AT&T wireless). they're getting dismantled cuz the CEO thinks too much wasted money goes into that sector even though his ass flies to Atlanta and back all the time.
so it's a free-for-all over there. anything that's not bolted down is up-for-grabs.
we now have this 6'x10' AT&T wireless rug that sits downstairs in the workout room. just tonight he acquired a crapload of those little party-sized alcohols.
skyy vodka and jose cuervo. other random kitchen shit: a knife set, toaster oven. many movies, clothes hangers, storage bins. food, toiletries, and other little shit.
but this was the weird thing.
i come home and this is sitting infront of the entrance to my room.
the flight recorder to one of the jets. as you can see, its not black, like they always say. maybe to find it easier after a crash? but its also probably equipped with GPS.
hopefully it's turned off.
here's the top view, in case you were interested.

who the hell knows what i'm going to do with it.
i always needed an insanely large paper weight.
maybe i can attempt to take it apart,
even though it says not to....
it probably weighs about 50 lbs.
i wonder what's inside.