Sollux Typing Quirk Novels & Stories

Suzy texted, “Hello?” Seeing no response, Suzy sent another message. Liam snapped out of it and quickly typed with his long fingers, “Here.” Suddenly realizing this reply sounded too much like his usual style, and fearing Suzy might recognize him, he added a smiling emoji. Watching the "typing..." indicator, Liam waited, his eyes fixed on the screen. Soon, she transferred him a sum of money. Suzy texted, “Here is the remaining money. Please check if it's correct.” Liam didn't care about the money at all. Without even looking, he replied directly, “It's correct.”

And the way he doesn’t seem to be able to follow simple instructions, even though Alex is explaining stuff to him in the tone of someone who’s ready to bungee jump out of his own life. “—won’t be activated until you enter this line of code.” “I entered it,” Lucien rumbles. “Exactly the way I wrote it here, on this piece of paper.” “I did.” “It’s case-sensitive. Alpha,” he tacks on. Reminding himself that Lucien’s his boss. His very stubborn boss. “The problem is this fucking machine.”

He was wielding a massive hamaxe¹. Will immediately knew he had made a mistake, he had severely underestimated the technology of the Orcs, maybe even this world. He ȧssumed just because the Goblins were this primitive, everyone else wouldn't be too far ahead. [I should have taken them all away, now we're all going to die.] Will despaired at the thought, but he was too terrified to move.

Melody typed rapidly on the keyboard, and a black command window popped up. "Now, enter the password." I took a deep breath and recited a complex password consisting of 19 characters, including both uppercase and lowercase letters, numbers, and symbols. "D... M... G... h... a... n... o... v... e... r... 1... 9... 9... 8... k... l... a... u... s...!" When I uttered the last character, Melody's finger stopped on the Enter key. She looked up in shock at me.

--- --- Consistently. And without rushing what was meant to last. --- ---

Sunny cursed and her eyes slipped closed for a moment before she snapped them back open. “Nope, not going to work,” Sunny told him but knew it was only a matter of time. Magnus scooted even closer, his legs pushing against her thighs. Sunny’s finger slipped from the controller, and he nailed her. “Looks like one more for me,” he growled. “Let me help you with that.”

"It started about half an hour ago. They’ve cycled through a few people, and the latest one is pretty skilled. I’m having a hard time keeping them at bay." "Is that so?" Suzy's eyes narrowed, and she sat up. "Let me handle this." Her fingers flew across the keyboard, lines of code flashing rapidly on the screen. Within minutes, she closed the laptop and tossed it back onto the couch, stretching lazily. "Let’s go grab something to eat." Meanwhile, back at his desk, Dylan stared at the screen in disbelief as the code on his computer spelled out one word— LOSER! He nearly smashed the computer in frustration.

Bob spouted while his tail grew more aggressive as it flicked from here to there even harder. “You mean Zed? He was just an acquaintance back when I was still alive” Suyi said with a clear expression that she had felt wronged. Her dewy eyes gradually teared up a little due to the sunlight hitting her straight on her eyes, and face. Seeing her like that made the fox cat’s heart flutter a little, he then sighed to himself and spoke no more, he would only be defeated by her own special way which never failed like always. “Fine, whatever, I don't even care” he said and faced his back on her, stating that he was not in the mood to be disturbed so carelessly.

Do not correct my art history terminology while describing PORNGRAPHY ON YOUR SPINE. Typo. *Pornography.* She’d typo’d. In eight months of knowing her—through hangers to the face, frying pans to the skull, storage closets and parking lots and a mountain cabin—I had never once seen Sloane Winters typo. I screenshotted it immediately. For the archive. For posterity. **ME:** You typo’d **SLOANE:** I am aware of what I typed **ME:** First one ever. I’m framing it **SLOANE:** I hope the needle slips and Tank tattoos a typo on you. A big one. In comic sans.

It was a **Wolf**. But it was wrong. Its fur was a sterile, bleached white, and its eyes weren't yellow or brown. They were the cold, flickering blue of a **Computer Screen**. It moved with a jittery, unnatural speed, its paws leaving trails of "Grey Static" in the dirt. "A 'Legacy-Bot'," Silas whispered, standing up and reaching for his blades. "The System is trying to 'Auto-Fill' the empty Alpha slot with a 'Default-Setting'."