My entry for the Twisted Reality skin contest.

Your keyboard has gotten tired of you bashing on it all day, and somehow while you were gone, (certainly not the uranium rod you left in your desk), it became self aware and turned into a monster. It began killing everyone and everything in sight. Now it's after the source of its rage; you. Could its weakness be in the tangle of wires that make up its head? Its chest? Only time will tell. But until then, run.