[ WP ] A computer keyboard is a sentient being , but it can not move or speak . In its mind , it has a legitimate relationship with its human . Take us through a day in the life of a sentient keyboard .

`` Well, it's almost 8:00 AM, he should be arriving soon...'' the keyboard thought to itself, having sitting there for the night hours with no movement on its keys. It was like that every single day from the day it was opened up in box. The keyboard always hated its position being connected to that computer to which it sent signals constantly to; that computer did not come in the same box as it was, and the computer that did is half way across the office. But there was one thing that always cheered up the keyboard: the person who worked at the desk that it was lying on constantly. The keyboard especially liked his typing: it was not too fast nor was it too slow; it was just right. 
 
 `` Here he comes,'' thought the keyboard, being able to smell his scent and the breakfast he had in his hands: an Egg McMuffin and a cup of coffee. The man proceeded to start up the computer, bringing power to the keyboard as well, who hated it since the computer always gave it `` bad tasting'' electricity. He sat there as always as the man proceed to type in the username and password to begin work, the same procedure everyday: Username: xXx_l33tworker_xXx Password: CanAnyoneSeeThis? 244. The keyboard never knew why he had chose such an odd username, and yes, the keyboard could see, or rather, feel his password. 
 
 As the computer started up, the man clicked on some programs to begin his shift, the usual, with Internet Explorer and a bunch of other programs. Tap tap tap, the man began to type after reading an email from one of his coworkers regarding some boring business propositions. The keyboard always loved it when he tapped the `` Q'' button, as it was its G-Spot, but unfortunately for it, he only did so when playing Minecraft secretly when he had nothing to do. After the email was done, the keyboard heard the man still eating his breakfast, and by this time, crumbs had fallen down in between the keys. 
 
 `` Oh dangit,'' the man said as a particular large crumb fell in between the space between the `` Y'' and the `` U'' key. The keyboard did n't mind, it tickled it slightly, though by now a fair amount of crumbs and dust had accumulated along the area. A drop of coffee made its way to the keyboard, splashing the `` W'' and `` E'' keys. 
 
 `` No, not again...'' the keyboard thought as it felt a small amount seep through, while the rest dried on the surface, making a thin crust of coffee. But it was alright, the man always cleaned it as soon as possible and he would also clean out to dust every Friday when everyone was leaving for the weekend. Feeling the wet towel brushing among its keys was a very nice feeling, eventually making the keyboard shiny and new again. The keyboard dozed off as the man had a telephone conversion, something about the new regulations in regards to being able to competently maintain B2B processes in the network. The keyboard had no idea what that meant, but it always loved hearing his deep and soothing voice, no matter his tone. 
 
 After a few hours or so, after the lunch break, the man came back to work, but the keyboard always knew that he would n't go back to work for at least another half-hour, for he was to browse Reddit, although the keyboard thought what he did was n't `` Safe For Work.'' The keyboard saw all of his search queries, ranging from `` Is Trump Illuminati'' to `` Porn.'' The keyboard would always plea for him to not search what it thought he was searching for, but his pleas were not heard. This was arguably the worst half-hour the keyboard had with the man, though in the recent days, most of the buttons he pressed were `` W'' and `` Space,'' though the keyboard had no idea why. It was the same for the rest of the day, phone conversations, bathroom breaks, more replying to emails, some arguing here and there, and the occasional naughty break. As 5:00PM rolled by, the keyboard sat there as the man proceeded to shut down the computer, bringing an end to the electricity that had fed him for the nine hours the computer was on for. But the keyboard could still think, always thinking the man would say goodbye to it personally, but that never came. As the man slowly walked out of office, the keyboard thought to itself: `` See you tomorrow.''
