If we follow the ideas of Marshall Mcluhan about technology is an extension of the body, the copy shortcuts and paste are equivalent to a trip to one of the Cyberpunk 2077 Ripperdocs. In the article of this only article, I will use them for links, HTML codes and other fleeting types. I even copied McLuhan’s name for another tab, which I am sure that he will appreciate/horrifying. I love those shortcuts. I need them. They are the wind below my wings, and the Crud’s accumulation below the left left of my keyboard.
I couldn’t say how the tailor first looked at a sewing machine that felt like, nor was it the first egg servant to see the mark of the automatic egg time. But I think now when they see those things, they are afraid. Like I’m afraid now.
Now I’m scared. I highlight the above words and approach to press Ctrl+C. My curled pinkie found its target immediately, but my index finger hesitated. Memory feels in a hurry through the nerve joints. Somewhere, the heart of a rodents when it chewed passionately on a bag of yogurt. The wings of a caterpillar shake when it practiced made someone scared. A series of pigeons plunged into a lunch worker with a Starbucks dining office worker called Starbucks, ironically, making it a bit like a real coffee. My index finger found its signs, so fast that it was impossible to distinguish from anyone as a mistake in cohesion.
Anyone except me.
Now I’m scared. I typed these words manually, refusing to ignore my fleeting death for the micro-micro seconds that I have determined between my urgent work and V. Because now I realize the icon ‘+’ has been taken from me. A time and ability. A wound of the opportunity. A deduction in the mockery.
I saw the faces of the universe Jester, Jabs and Japes at the top of all the realities, and his name was a copy keyboard and sticking the keyboard of the Sayo Osu Hotswap keyboard of a cherry mechanical gaming player to convert RGB Backlit Mini USB KEYPAD that is just the Bollocks that you expect from him, honestly.
Now I’m scared. I am typing this manually again. It feels, in some way, like a renovation act. Less than Simulacrum in a series of words above a website, copied from words in a document, copied from words in a dictionary, copied from sounds uttered by human mouth, inspired by abstract concepts and your father shouted from the inside of the grape, but you must, the son. You must. “
Maybe I have to. And maybe I also have to buy a copy and paste the keyboard of Sayo Osu Hotswap One Hand Gaming Gaming keyboard Cherry Switch RGB Backlit Mini USB KEYPAD for macro games or rhythms. I am really curious to see if it makes my life easier. Perhaps I can set up small macro for Total Warhammer. Perhaps I could finally start to live.
