www.shotsofsilver.com

The Grim IT

6/6/2093

 
Shots Of Silver
"Good to have you aboard, Jenkins."
​
"Now remember, they bring doughnuts to the break room at 10,
there's always someone in HR after 2 if you have any issues you need to report
and never, never, NEVER touch THAT key.
​

It's a, uh, special macro that IT has set up.
​Yes, that's it; it's to be used by IT and management only.
​Good luck and I'll talk to you, later."
​

He left. I looked down at the keyboard.
​I felt an overwhelming sense of curiosity.

I couldn't seem to help myself.
​I reached for the keyboard with an outstretched forefinger.
Closer, closer—I pressed it.

​Everything went black around me. I couldn't move.
​All I could hear was the rush of my own blood in my ears.


I was frozen. An image flickered in front of my eyes--
"Are you sure you want to move this file to the Recycle Bin?"
The thumbnail was a picture of—me.
​
​With all my willpower, I was barely able to reach the N key.

                                Fingers shaking with the struggle against the inertia, I pressed.                                         

Light returned, everything came back. I was unfrozen.

Needless to say, in the years that followed, I always typed carefully.
  

       Written Content    G.A.M. cc
       Keyboard Of Doom    Blotty
Shots Of Silver

Comments are closed.
    Great Gift Ideas
Global Arc Media     Shots of Silver™     2021