Grid Infiltration

A tiny amber light flickered from the edge of the mechanical keyboard, cutting through the dark room. I stalked forward across the wooden desktop, dropping low into the shallow trench formed by the coiled paracord cable. A stray plastic keycap puller blocked the route; with a slow, deliberate levering motion of my clawed digit, I tilted it upright against the keyboard frame until it locked with a soft clack. Slithering my pedestal into the shielded trench, I looped my segmented tail securely around the thick braided cord. In the dim silence, I held perfectly still, absorbing the faint thermal pulse radiating from the illuminated keys.