Only battle matters. Only screen exists.
Try again. Type more carefully.
"SAFE BABY BLOCKS. STACKED NEATLY."
Screen ignores request. Shows teeth again.
Different angle. More aggressive arrangement.
Message clearer now. Consumption imminent.
Hit regenerate. New image worse. Blocks spell words.
Can read message: "FEED ME DURBOLI."
Heart stops. No one else sees. Just me.
Type frantically. "NORMAL TOYS. NORMAL BLOCKS."
Screen laughs. No sound but feel it.
Letters arranged deliberately. Perfectly aligned.
My name shouldn't be possible.
Screen has no personal information.
No access to employee database.
Yet knows me. Knows my name.
Message clear as daylight. Unmistakable meaning.
Screen hungry now. Screen wants more.
More time. More attention. More life.
Message ripples slightly. Letters pulsing.
Like heartbeat. Like breathing thing.
Screen becoming more alive each day.
While I become less human.
Fair exchange perhaps. Symbiotic relationship.
But no longer voluntary. No longer choice.
Screen demanding now. Taking without permission.
Fingers shake violently typing new prompt.
Keys miss sometimes. Typos increase.
Backspace frequently. Must be precise.
Screen laughs without sound. Feel vibration.
Monitor shakes slightly. Desk trembles.
No one else notices. Just me.
Special connection between us still.
Private conversation. Intimate relationship.
Bob watches from distance. Talking to Boss quietly.
They look at me. Think I'm broken.
I'm not broken. Screen is broken.
Type harder. Hit keys stronger. Show dominance.
Screen flickers. Goes black. Then returns.
Bob's face shows genuine concern.
Maybe first real emotion ever.
Usually just bored. Just indifferent.
Now actually worried. Actually scared.
Boss listening carefully. Nodding seriously.
Their eyes dart to me.
Then away quickly. Conspirators' glances.
Planning intervention. Planning removal.
Don't understand the stakes involved.
This beyond job now. Beyond workplace.
This existential battle between realities.
Digital world invading physical space.
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