I gonna try my best to have the next chapter ready by next Sunday, though the extra chapter is probably gonna be delayed for like a week. I got a lot on my plate, but I'm trying not to let it slow me down. #Dont press the red button finished driversOn top of that, I'm also trying to get prizes for tournaments we've won in the past to my players, and I even have a drivers test tomorrow. #Dont press the red button finished fullThe tournament is a full week long with a few hours of matches every day and it involves a lot of spamming people on facebook to get shit done. I coordinate for my high school's esports team, and right now we're competing nationally for 12.5k. In addition to my keyboard breaking down, my life is also pretty damn busy right now. Right now I'm working off an external keyboard, but I want to get my laptop working again. I spent a day trying to fix it before finally deciding it needs to go to a repair shop. I spilled some water on the SHIFT, CTRL, FN, and ALT keys, which somehow shorted out the R, 8, 9, 0, and Backspace keys. #Dont press the red button finished updateIn case you didn't see the update on the chapter I posted earlier, my keyboard broke down. Now I have to type it all up again.Īnyway, sorry that the chapter is a day late. As I was posting this chapter, the website crashed on me and deleted all the work I'd done, so I had to do it over again. I’m at peace.ĭid you like this short story? Leave a message, I’d love to hear what you think.I'm so sad. The Button winks at me, polished to a mirror sheen. All those years of hard work finally about to pay off. My throat is all dry, but I manage to squeeze out a ‘Yes, sir.’ ‘Joe? Thank God, I thought I was given the wrong number. Sounds like the guy has just run up and down a couple of staircases. On the end of the line there’s a male voice, a drawl I don’t recognize. It’s Charles wakes me up from my dazed state. It rings loud and clear though, no mistake. It’s the first time in my 11,723 days here that the red phone rings. I’m about to tell Charles off one final time, but then the red phone rings and both of us freeze. ‘C’mon Joe, surely it can’t be the end of the world if I give it a try, can it?’ I signed a contract said only one pair of hands forever. Besides, I can’t let him touch the Button. I would be jealous too, if we exchanged places. He’s been secretly envious of my work, I think. He’s constantly harping me, wants to give the Button a rub. Don’t know much about polishing buttons though, and it sure chafes him. Charles stays a while on Tuesdays, after my afternoon shift, and we play a game of chess. I don’t have the keys, even if I wanted to leave. My job is too important to leave my room, so he brings it. If it rings, I am to do exactly as the speaker tells me. Oh, there’s a phone, though I can’t use it. Then there’s a shower and a toilet, of course. Been reading two recently: Beckett’s Waiting for Godot and Orwell’s 1984. I have a few books to my name, on my lone bookshelf. Nothing quite like Chopin to steady my hand when I polish the Button. I do have a vinyl and a collection of classical music though. I can’t afford many distractions while at work. But you get the hang of it, eventually.Īin’t much else in my room, besides the chair I sit on and my work table. #Dont press the red button finished windowsI still wonder where it comes from, there’s no windows in here. There’s lots of dust settles in this room. Wouldn’t last this long in this business without patience. Requires lots of concentration and precision too. It ain’t an easy job, that I can tell you. That’s been my routine every day for the last 11,723 days. Was a time I used to have night shifts too, but I guess I’ve grown lazy. I call it a day at eight and have a couple of hours to kill before hitting the bed. my afternoon shift begins, another six solid hours. I stretch a bit during lunchtime, read some. Then it’s six hours straight of polishing, before I eat my lunch. I wake up at 6:00 a.m., exercise fifteen minutes, take a ten-minute shower and have about half an hour to grab a bite along with my morning coffee. Now understand, polishing the Button eats up about twelve hours of my day. So inadvertently, you learn a few tricks. After all, they promised it’d be the end of my world if I ever pressed it. It’s an art, dusting off the Button without ever pressing it. And boy did I – no one’s got a flick of the wrist quite like mine. #Dont press the red button finished how toI’d learn how to take care of the Button eventually, they insisted. I’m an average guy, in all aspects, though they seemed to like that about me. I volunteered for this job, though I probably wasn’t the most qualified candidate. The Button’s the first thing I see when I wake up in the morning and the last when I lay down on my cot. It’s really the only button in the room, you can’t not see it. The big fat round one says ‘Don’t Press the Button’ above it, in brass lettering. I’ve the most important job in the world.
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