He felt a tap on his shoulder. It was Penelope. Her face was pale. She pointed to her own monitor across the room. Her taskbar wasn't felt. It was bark. Rough, vertical, pine bark. And her cursor was a small, crawling ant.
The taskbar had a texture.
"Don't click it," Miles whispered.
The other departments started to notice. Penelope from Accounting walked by his cubicle, stopped, and tilted her head. "What is that sound?" she asked. "It sounds like… a very small, very organized city." taskbar texture