Equius Typing Quirk Novels & Stories

Tyler had his laptop open and his notes spread across half the table and every few minutes he would look something up on his phone and then attempt to sign it to me, getting it wrong in ways that ranged from slightly off to completely different words. "What did I just say?" he asked, after one attempt. I wrote on the notepad and turned it around. *You said I am a fish.* He looked at his phone, back at me. "That was supposed to be….sorry, I understand." *The hand position matters.* "Show me." I signed it slowly, he watched, mirrored it, got it wrong. I adjusted his hand position without thinking and he held the shape and tried again. "That one?" he said, I nodded.

Who wouldn’t be angry at that? The moment Gerald finished typing, he got muted by the field control. “Damn it! You should seriously perform your own talents then! The person with the name, Ordinary Man, why are you pretending to be so great just because you topped up some money into your account?” The field control started typing and cursing at Gerald. By then Quera was already done applying her makeup and she said:

"Code for the box." We bent down to it immediately. I typed. "3,2,5,4. and...enter." We waited for a moment. A click sounding out soon after, smiles spreading on our faces, but right then, it beeped. Loud. "Wrong code." Eliot read the words on the surface. "Wow, this is going to be harder than it looks." I said,

Every word was measured as she completed her sentence. While Rona was making her demand, Kit noticed Eli exchanging the discarded quiver with his own and handing the one with the optimal arrows designed to cheat to Jate, who handed it back down the line to one of the Representatives who was already out of the contest. That man handed over his quiver so that Eli wouldn’t be cheating either.

If he made another peep, I thought I would lose my mind. "You! If you think you can do better, then give it a try! Don't hit that key!" I turned and caught sight of the fountain. Oh boy! I nearly gave myself whiplash. We were only halfway through the document when Shane's whiny voice broke through. However, we were only halfway done. "Type slower!" "Going slower is worse! You might as well get it over with quickly!" I felt like I was on fire. Oh, this was the worst.

Without a word, he reached back up into the truck bed, his massive forearms locking around the rough timber frame of the typewriter box. ​"We have to ground it on the concrete ledge," Yusuf panted, his breath pluming in the damp, subterranean air as he hoisted the eighty-pound press down by himself. His knees buckled slightly under the strain, his boots skidding on the slick algae coating the sump floor before he found his footing on a dry, raised masonry shelf running parallel to the water main. "The water is rising from the canal gates, Chiamaka. If the moisture hits the lower tension springs, the carriage won't slide past the middle margin."

Kirou's smile turned into a very cheeky grin as he watched Reya pout in anger, which admittedly, looked quite cute in his eyes. "That's not fair. No, it's even worse than that. That's practically cheating, isn't it?" Reya complained while looking at Kirou laughing at her reaction. She pouted even more in response, causing Kirou to laugh even more. "Nope, it's quite fair, actually. Well, not fair in my case since the system never thought a person like me would appear so early but it's very fair. Remember, playing on full manual mode is actually quite hard. Even walking like I normally do takes more effort on my part than it does with you moving on semi-auto mode, even more so in comparison to