She right-clicked. A menu appeared. And there it was: "Taskbar settings." Her cursor hovered. Her heart actually sped up a little. This was absurd. This was trivial. This was exactly the kind of low-stakes rebellion she needed.
"Good."
For the next three days, Elena’s taskbar stayed on the left. She caught herself tilting her head to read the time. Her muscle memory failed her when she reached for the bottom-right corner to show the desktop. But she adapted. Humans always adapt. move taskbar
Then the emails started.
"This is tyranny!" Marcus stood on his chair. Someone threw a stress ball. She right-clicked
"No."