Prologue.2: Thinking

Shaen was thinking that maybe typing on her knuckles wasn't actually anymore "ergonomic" than typing on a real keyboard had been.

But then again, it had never really been a choice. As soon as the Company had heard about the Keyknuckles design, everyone had been fitted with the delicate wrist guards with their light sensors. She no longer wrote the numbers and letters on each section with ball point pen...it was as natural as the other ergonomic keyboards became, after enough use now.

Of course, that didn't help it from hurting like hell and being ridiculously uncomfortable after typing for any longer than an hour and a half. It also didn't allow her the luxury of wearing the nails on her typing hand and longer than stubs. Though even on a proper keyboard she would type with the pads of her fingers, she had never realized until the switch how little her fingers left the keys until her nails had scraped across her own knuckles. After the first day, she had trimmed all of her nails to just under the tip and had kept them filed down that way for the following weeks.

It was the joints that got the sorest, not the bony bits. She had to switch typing hands every so often to preserve the use of her hands. She couldn't risk those becoming useless though, as the Company had made plenty clear when they had replaced the old new keyboards with the Keyknuckles.

Just like they had made plenty clear that they were to spend five minutes of every half hour staring at the window when they had replaced the old new monitors with the tiny displays in her eye wear. The Company would not tolerate injuries due to the new perfect equipment they had purchased, regardless of how many employees made the same complaints.

Shaen wasn't complaining though. It was just a passing thought as she stretched her fingers out on the desk for a moment, reveling in the cold ergonomic plastic desktop that had replaced the cold ergonomic wooden desktop just last month.

WC: 342