Keyboard Immortal Novels & Stories

I had a keyboard. I closed the browser tab. "You taught me how to hide, Dad." I murmured, cracking my knuckles. "But you forgot I built your company's security system." I opened the command terminal. The black screen with the blinking white cursor. I was familiar with this. I typed in the IP address for the Romano Shipping private server. It was a backdoor I had created months ago. ACCESSING SERVER: ROMANO_MAIN USER: ADMIN_GHOST PASSWORD: ************ I typed in the password. Caterpillar. The nickname he used to call me when I was five.

* Inside the server core, the blue waveform of the Administrator slams into a wall of black, necrotic glass. [ADMINISTRATOR ACCESS: DENIED] [SOURCE: MATERNAL BIOMETRIC OVERRIDE] [STATUS: GHOST LOCKED OUT] Kael’s silhouette manifests on a secondary monitor in the corner of the hall. He is a jagged mess of silver static, digital hands slamming against an invisible barrier. "Leo! Don't listen!" Kael’s voice is a shredded whisper beneath the siren-song of the statue. "The 14-B code is piloting the hardware! The virus is speaking through her!"

Whore Unfinished? Kit's heart jumped to the very tonsils and danced, sending waves of nausea into her stomach. She gripped the phone with whitened fingers, trying not to lose her composure. “Who the hell are you, and where is Hank?! - in parallel, she tried to call him on his mobile, but the robot stubbornly repeated that the subscriber's device was unavailable or disabled. “Oh, no need for nerves, little Miss Slut… I told you Hank can't talk. It's hard to speak when your mouth is gagged and taped shut. Yes, you probably remember, don't you?

But a teacher, probably the IT teacher was also sitting in front of a computer in one corner. Hoping I won't get caught, I walk to a computer in the opposite corner from the teacher, where there were no people on the nearby systems. I quickly turn the CPU on and sit down on the chair, waiting for the system to boot whilst trying to not act nervous. I was so nervous, ten times more nervous than when I corrected Ty's biology test code. But I need to do this. Once the desktop opens, I fish out my HID from my pocket. It's a device that looks just like a harmless USB stick but it actually tricks the computer into thinking a keyboard is attached while it injects keystrokes to command the computer

Be ready to follow me. My men bow to me and leave, waiting for me at the tent door. When I head to Lycon Moon, they follow me without saying a single word. In my hand, I carry a small box containing a vial of wolfsbane and an injection. I need to bring him in without drawing anyone's attention. On paths I knew to be safe, I led my men close to the river, where Angel liked to swim. Standing against the wind without any movement, we sat down and waited. This was going to be easy.

I watched the guy's every move. The way he shuffled his feet, his posture and even the way held his fists. The bell rang, and some music started blaring again. It was 'Awake by Godsmack'. He jumped for, and I ducked just in time for him to miss. I shot back up and remembered what Liam said. Kicking is my strong point. I can thank six years of soccer for that.

“That’s clever.” Sebastian looked at the timer on the screen. Twenty seconds. Marcus walked closer to the terminal. “But not clever enough.” He tapped a key on a small remote device in his hand. The system suddenly changed. The command line locked. Sebastian stopped typing. Marcus leaned over his shoulder. “You forgot something.” Sebastian asked quietly. “What?” Marcus pointed at the screen. “The master key.” Leo’s voice came through the earpiece. “What happened?” Sebastian answered calmly. “He locked the console.”

I kept my eyes on the monitor, my hands moving with surgical precision over the keyboard. ​He walked over. He didn't stop at the edge of the desk this time. He stepped into my alcove, invading the small space until I could smell the sharp, metallic scent of his stress. ​I didn't move. I clicked a button, adjusting the saturation of a sunset shot—a shot we had filmed together on the island, though now it was just "Stock Footage B-Roll" to the rest of the world. ​Luke reached out and pressed the "Stop" button on my control deck.

I just need to make it outside before I barf again. “Really?” “Really.” I shift my weight. “I, uh, miss being able to go to Walmart at night. There isn’t one close to me downtown.” Archer’s watching, not buying what I’m saying, but I know he won’t question me. “We’ll go with you,” Dean says. “This controller is shit and I need a new one.” He holds up the PlayStation controller in his hand and makes a move to stand up.

In the centre sat a cylindrical console…waiting. Adrian exhaled. “This is a Hartman Echo Terminal. The earliest generation of secure interfaces.” Damian stared wide‑eyed. “Those required biological keys. Only Margaret could use hers.” Elias shook his head. “Or someone she designated.” Their gazes shifted to me. My palm tingled. When I pressed the Legacy Key into the socket, the room hissed alive. Lights strobed. Air vents opened. A holographic screen unfolded like a flower. And then…