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Keyboard Overkill

"No. You can be my cane again. And I got our tickets online when I checked the itinerary." "You use the computer?" He mentioned that earlier but she hadn't had time to ask him about it. "Yes, all of the time. Actually, the computer is essential for my job." She led him into the entrance of the club and through a small crowding of people as he spoke. "I use a system called JAWS that reads the material for me. But most computers have an automatic text to voice program built in." "Ohhh, gotcha." "I have a little British woman that reads to me on a daily basis," he joked.

It read in fine script: For your comfort--H.

he adds. Can I really read these out loud?

I set the phone face down, picked it up again and read it one more time How could this be possible?

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My fingers rested on the keyboard but nothing moved. Writing always felt like pushing through mud. I reached into my bag and grabbed my phone. I had to use my tricks, they weren't perfect but they worked. I took a picture of the folder and used an app to turn the image into text. Then I put my earbuds in. A flat, robotic voice started reading the words to me. It was slow and boring, but it helped my brain see the sentences without them scrambling.

"Ouch! Fine! No quotes!" I really wanted those cookies but I felt too lazy and too tired to get up and have them. "I won't read but you can read them to me," I offered. "Really?" he asked, sounding ecstatic. I chuckled. "Yup. But only if you feed me those cookies while you read." A moment after I said those words, Jay was dragging my head toward him. I groaned and shifted until my head was resting on a pillow on his thighs. I let out an involuntary sigh. So comfy.

Julian slammed his hand onto the console. The world went Black. But in the darkness, a single, analog sound began to play. Hiss. Click. Whir. It was the 1977 Cassette Tape. And then, a new voice spoke—a voice that was deep, ancient, and sounded like it was coming from Inside your own head. "Chapter 146: The Reader’s Audit. Warning: By continuing to read, you are consenting to a Physical Transfer of Assets. Please check your pulse. Does it feel... Digital?"

Like time had paused out there while everything inside him kept moving. He rubbed a hand over his jaw and sat down. The cushions dipped, He reached for the controller out of habit. The console hummed. The screen lit up. The game loaded. His thumbs moved automatically. He didn’t have to think. That was the point. For a few minutes, he wasn’t replaying old conversations. He wasn’t hearing her voice in his head. The front door opened. He heard Damon’s laugh first. Then Johnson’s lower voice. The sound of shoes scraping the floor.