I roll my lips together. This is a stupid idea. Obviously, my print isn’t uploaded as an approved user, or whatever it’d be called, but not trying seems just as stupid. Because what if…
Staying in a bend, in case there might be something to see, I gently press my thumb against the pad.
And nothing.
No sounds of it working. No lights to indicate that it’s scanning.
But one and a half seconds after placing my thumb in the square, a sharp jolt of electricity zaps up my arm, scaring the s**t out of me and making me fall onto my butt.
I yelp on the way down, the pain in my tailbone matched by the tingling in my thumb.
“You cannot be serious.” I shake my hand to disperse the pain. “This cannot be my life.”
Whatever the hell that thing is, it must’ve zapped my brain, because now I’m pissed
